When the circus came to town and Lizzie saw the tiger, they were living on Ferry Street, in a very poor way. It was the time of the greatest parsimony in their fathers house; everyone knows the first huhousand is the most difficult and the dollar bills were breeding slowly, slowly, even if he practised a little touch of usury on the side to prick his cash in the dire of greater productivity. In aen years time, the War betweeates would provide rich pigs for the coffin-makers, but, back then, ba the Fifties, well -- if he had been a praying man, he would have gone down on his knees for a little outbreak of summer cholera or a touch, just a touch, of typhoid. To his chagrin, there had been nobody to bill when he had buried his wife.
For, at that time, the girls were just freshly orphaned. Emma was thirteen, Lizzie four -- stern and square, a squat regle of a child. Emma parted Lizzies hair in the middle, stretched it back over each side of her bulging fore……（内容加载失败！）
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