“Is it hard to learn to swallow a sword?” Veve asked the woman.
“It takes years of practice,” she replied. “I shouldn’t advise either of you ever to try it.”
The girls watched the midgets for a time, and then they could think of nothing else to do.
“Let’s see if we can find Eva,” proposed Connie. “She must be around here somewhere.”
The little circus girl was not in her dressing tent or anywhere to be seen on the lot.
“You’ll find Eva in the big top working on her riding act,” a workman finally told them.
By this time Connie and Veve knew that they must never disturb their little friend when she was practicing for the circus.
Accordingly, they entered the main tent quietly and sat down in the front row of bleacher seats.
Eva was so busy she did not see them at first. She was riding a large white horse around and around the sawdust ring. Close by stood the little girl’s parents, who were watching her work quite critically.
“Now the somersault, Eva!” called her father.