"Except that you said 'leaderdemain' rather than 'legerdemain,' you did very well," Mrs. Simpson said.
"I'll remember next time," Cindy promised.
Alec chuckled. "Cindy's a 'witch girl' now," he remarked.
"Merciful heavens!" their mother gasped.
"Oh, it isn't that bad. Her magic just scared the daylights out of some man. I stood right next to him, and he was shaking in his boots."
"Who was it?" Pete Brent asked curiously.
Alec searched the crowd, which was now watching a juggler who had taken Cindy's place on the tailboard. He saw the short, swarthy man and pointed him out. Pete Brent shook his head soberly.
"No wonder he was scared."
"Who is he?" Mr. Simpson asked.
"Tom LaMott. He's part Indian, part Spanish, and part nobody knows what. He believes in devils, and it's easy to understand why Cindy's magic tricks seemed like deviltry to him."