“Of course, Eva, you won’t need to do somersaults if you leave the circus,” chuckled her father who stood nearby.
“Who is leaving the circus?” demanded Eva. “I have decided to stay right with it. Why, that turn was almost fun!”
The circus girl was in high good humor. Many of the performers came to praise her, telling her they were proud because she had practiced so hard and conquered her fear. Even the man with the silver whistle stopped by to say a few words.
“Why aren’t you two girls in the show?” he asked, turning to Veve and Connie.
“Because we don’t know how to do anything,” replied Veve.
“I could give you a job,” laughed the man.
“What doing?” asked Veve. She was afraid the task might be too hard.
“I might let you blow my silver whistle,” the man proposed. “How would you like that?”
“You mean—when the circus is going on?” demanded Veve, stammering a little because she was so surprised and pleased.
“Why not? Here, let me see you try it now.”