“What time is it?” asked Veve, stepping outside of the tent. The bright morning sunlight made her blink like an owl.
“Seven o’clock,” laughed Eva. “If you want to see the animals fed, we’ll have to move right along. And the afternoon circus performance is at one-thirty. Worse luck!”
“Can’t you get out of being in the act just for today?” suggested Veve.
“It wouldn’t do any good to ask,” sighed Eva.
“You mean you always have to be in the show?” Connie inquired. “Whether or not you want to?”
“Always. You daren’t be a minute late either.”
“I shouldn’t like that,” declared Connie.
“At least you don’t have to go to school and study,” remarked Veve. “That part might be nice.”
The circus girl gave a quick laugh. “A lot you know about it! My mother makes me study my lessons every single night.”
“Summer time too?”