"I'm one of the trapeze performers; you probably saw me swing this afternoon."
"Oh, are you really one of those swinging ladies? Do tell me about it, won't you? Don't you get dizzy, swinging through the air upside down?"
"No, we never get dizzy; that would never do! Why, we'd fall and break our necks, and I assure you we don't want to do that!"
"Don't you ever fall?"
"Oh, of course accidents have happened, but much more rarely than most people think. Trapeze performers are a very careful lot, and we seldom have an accident."
"Are all those trapeze people your family?" asked Marjorie, for the troupe was billed as one family.
"Many of them are, but not all. I have one sister who is an acrobat. She is really one of the best I ever saw for her age. She's only twelve, and she can do wonderful feats for such a child."
"I'm twelve," said Marjorie, smiling, "but my brother says I'm too fat to do anything like that."
"Yes, you are," and the young lady smiled, showing her even, white teeth. She was a very pretty girl, and had a sweet, refined voice, which surprised Marjorie, as she had not thought circus people were like this.
"You do weigh too much to be very agile; my sister is slender, but very muscular. Would you like to see her? She's right over there in our tent, with Mother."