So dig like a Turk,”
chanted Sahwah.
“I move we all go to the ‘movies’ tonight and see ‘If I Were King,’” continued Hinpoha.
“Can’t,” said Nyoda briefly, checking up on her fingers the things she still had to do. “I still have to evolve a tail for the Salmonkey and a frontispiece for the Camelk, make four banners, rehearse the living statuary, make a bonnet for the Better Baby, teach the Crabbit how to hop and crawl at the same time and make a costume for the bareback rider.”
“I’d come and help you,” said Sahwah, “but we’re going to have a test in Latin tomorrow and I have to cram tonight. I’ll just have time to practice with the band.”
“A test in time saves nine,” murmured Hinpoha. “What are the Sandwiches doing now?”
“Erecting the flying trapeze,” answered Sahwah, looking out of the window. “Captain is hanging by his eyebrow to the top of a pole and Bottomless Pitt is standing below, waiting to catch him when he falls.”
The Captain caught her eye, as she leaned over the sill and shouted:
“All right below,
O Wohelo,