She told Connie and Veve she would see them at lunch time. Then she went with her mother to do her lessons.
“I don’t think I should like to travel with the circus after all,” announced Veve. “It’s much more fun just to come and visit.”
“Everyone has to work so hard here,” agreed Connie. “I think living in Rosedale and going to camp with the Brownies is much better.”
At a loss for a way to spend their time, the two girls wandered about the circus lot. They watched the trained seals and talked to several of the clowns. Then before long it was luncheon time.
Eva sat beside the girls in the cook tent, but she did not eat very much.
“Don’t you feel well?” Connie asked.
“I’m all right,” muttered the little girl.
“Maybe you are tired from practicing so hard,” said Veve.
“I’m not tired at all,” denied Eva, a trifle irritably. “I wish you wouldn’t keep talking about it.”
Connie knew then that the little girl was worried about her act. Already she was thinking about the somersault she would be required to do in the afternoon and evening shows. When luncheon was over, Eva walked away to talk to her father.