"I haven't the routine in my mind yet. Don't you dare let me fall."
"Supposing we save the shoulder stand until the last. Let's do the somersault first," suggested Phil.
"Very well; I don't care."
The music started and the little couple began their work again.
Dimples sprang up to the hip of the Circus Boy, leaning far out to one side, holding to one of Phil's hands, a very pretty though not perilous feat for a sure-footed ride.
This they varied by throwing themselves into several different poses.
"Now the turn," breathed Phil.
He deftly lifted the little woman down to the horse just in front of himself. Having done so, Phil grasped Dimples firmly about the waist with his strong, muscular young hands.
"If you drop me I'll never speak to you again."
"I shall not drop you. You know the cue?"