“Oh, no,” laughed Mr. Carsdale. “We ‘torch the road’ so the truckmen will know how to reach the lot. When the torch is on the left-hand side of the curb, it means we are to turn left.”
“And a torch at the right-hand side means turn to the right?” asked Veve.
“Yes, when there are no torches, we keep straight ahead.”
The sun was up by the time the truck rattled into the circus lot. Workmen were driving stakes and setting up the big canvas tent. Already nearly all of the smaller ones used by the performers were in place.
“Yonder is the cook tent,” said Mr. Carsdale, pointing it out to the girls. “When the flag goes up, it means breakfast is ready.”
As Connie and Veve watched the work around the circus lot, they kept within view of the cook tent. They could see curls of smoke arising above the canvas. And then at last, the flag was raised.
“There it goes!” Veve shouted to Mr. Carsdale. “It’s flying now!”
“Then we’ll go right over,” smiled the animal trainer. “I’m pretty hungry myself.”
The air was fragrant with the odor of frying sausages. Walking toward the cook tent, Connie and Veve sniffed the air. They thought they never had smelled anything so utterly delicious.