“Bring in your friend, Nat; I think we must find room for him without giving him your place.” Nat joyfully ran off, and soon returned followed by a most unprepossessing boy, who slouched in and stood looking about him, with a half bold, half sullen look, which made Mrs. Bhaer say to herself, after one glance,-- “A bad specimen, I am afraid.” “This is Dan,” said Nat, presenting him as if sure of his welcome. “Nat tells me you would like to come and stay with us,” began Mrs. Jo, in a friendly tone. “Yes,” was the gruff reply. “Have you no friends to take care of you?” “No.” “Say, ‘No, ma’am,’” whispered Nat. “Shan’t neither,” muttered Dan. “How old are you?” “About fourteen.” “You look older. What can you do?” “’Most any thing.” “If you stay here we shall want you to do as the others do, work and study as well as play. Are you willing to agree to that?” “Don’t mind trying.” “Well, you can stay a few days, and we will see how we get on together. Take him out, Nat, and amuse him till Mr. Bhaer comes home, when we will settle about the matter,” said Mrs. Jo, finding it rather difficult to get on with this cool young person, who fixed his big black eyes on her with a hard, suspicious expression, sorrowfully unboyish. “Come on, Nat,” he said, and slouched out again. “Thank you, ma’am,” added Nat, as he followed him, feeling without quite understanding the difference in the welcome given to him and to his ungracious friend. “The fellows are having a circus out in the barn; don’t you want to come and see it?” he asked, as they came down the wide steps on to the lawn. “Are they big fellows?” said Dan. “No; the big ones are gone fishing.” “Fire away, then,” said Dan. Nat led him to the great barn and introduced him to his set, who were disporting themselves among the half-empty lofts. A large circle was marked out with hay on the wide floor, and in the middle stood Demi with a long whip, while Tommy, mounted on the much-enduring Toby, pranced about the circle playing being a monkey. “You must pay a pin apiece, or you can’t see the show,” said Stuffy, who stood by the wheelbarrow in which sat the band, consisting of a pocket-comb blown upon by Ned, and a toy drum beaten spasmodically by Rob. “He’s company, so I’ll pay for both,” said Nat, handsomely, as he stuck two crooked pins in the dried mushroom which served as money-box.