“Are you in an act together?” Connie asked, greatly impressed.
“Not yet,” one of the boys answered. “We’re not good enough.”
A little farther on, a mother was teaching her five year old daughter how to hang by her teeth from a rope. The rope, however, was only a few inches from the ground.
“That’s Fifi,” said Eva, nodding toward the child. “She’ll be in the butterfly act when she’s older.”
Now Connie and Veve did not say much, but already they recognized that to be in the circus one needed to be very skillful. Apparently, even the children had to work hard and practice almost constantly.
“How many children are there on the lot?” Connie asked curiously.
“Oh, eight or ten or twelve,” Eva said. “I never know for certain. They come and go.”
“Any girls your own age?” inquired Veve.
“Oh, sure. Elsie, Mae, Charmaine and Cleo.”
“Enough for a Brownie Scout troop,” said Connie jokingly.