“How do you know?”
“Oh, didn’t I live on a farm?”
“That’s so!” Natalie laughed merrily. “You don’t look much like a farm hand now.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” and Leo blushed.
During the afternoon it grew hotter and hotter. Under the big tents it was suffocating.
“Dandy weather for lemonade,” said the owner of the main drinking stand, but he was about the only person who appreciated the sudden rise in the thermometer.
At seven o’clock the circus tents were again crowded, and amid the general excitement but few noticed the flashes of lightning over in the west. The low rumblings of thunder they attributed to the lions in the cages.
At last the grand entrée was over, and then the performance settled down to the various specialties.
Then, as Leo and Snipper came on, a louder peal of thunder attracted every one’s attention.
To quiet fears the band struck up. Of course Leo and Snipper could not talk against the music, and so they tumbled around instead, Leo casting himself into the most awkward of shapes.