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the little girl said. Things she could tell nobody else she could talk with me about. JIM
Amused .
You're aa funny one. MR. BUNT
Then I can stay ? JIM
Sure, of course you can stay till somebody comes fer you. Roll in under the wagon and in the
morning tell them you belong to me, do you hear ? MR. BUNT
Yes, Mr. Clown. Mr. Bunt rolls under the wagon . Jim stands staring at the moon . Slowly his head sinks down as he leans despondently on the wheel.
The figure of Lu is seen stealing toward him softly. LU
Jim. Jim looks up at her slowly. JIM
Lu , if you couldn't cry you couldn't make 'em laugh, you know. LU
Pitifully. Don't, Jim-don't-it's killing you. Lu turns away in agony. The bit of starlit
sky which shows above the big tent begins
