Carnival

CarnivalIt was more than she could bear any longer. Bess stumbled out of the pitch-dog-stand and felt her way over ropes, pegs and packing-crates to their house-tent. She had told Hutch she wanted to comb her hair, but she knew that he knew as well as she did what the trouble was.Bess did not cry. It had been a year since she had done anything like that. She had been with Hutch, following the carnival with a pitch-dog stand, for over two years, and it was at least a year since she had cried. She...