“Don’t you like being in the riding act?” Connie questioned.
“I like it when folks clap and applaud. Only I so hate to do that old somersault. Once I fell—”
“I just wouldn’t do it,” announced Veve firmly.
“Oh, yes you would,” corrected the circus child. “My mother and father tell me that unless I practice every day and keep doing it, I’ll never be a really great performer.”
Again the girls went to the cook tent for their breakfasts. They were given eggs, bacon, cereal and milk—all they could eat. The food was excellent, but Connie was not very hungry.
She kept thinking of her mother and father, Miss Gordon, and the Shady Hollow camp. She wondered why no answer had been received to the telegram sent to the Brownie Scout leader.
“Now what would you like to see this morning?” Eva asked her friends as they left the tent.
“May we see the giraffe?” inquired Veve eagerly.
Eva led the two girls to a high iron screen enclosure where the long-necked animal was kept. An attendant was giving the giraffe water from a wooden bucket.
“What a distance the water has to travel!” chuckled Veve. “Does a giraffe ever have a sore throat, Mister?”