He handed Veve the silver whistle. She took a deep breath and blew a long, hard blast.
“That’s the idea,” declared the man. “Only you must blow it sharp and quick.”
“May I try it too?” asked Connie eagerly.
The circus man handed her the whistle and she blew two quick blasts.
“That’s the way, little lady,” said the starter. “It’s not hard at all.”
“But what if we should blow at the wrong time?” questioned Connie anxiously.
“I’ll see that you don’t,” he assured her. “I’ll stand beside you and tell you when to toot the whistle.”
Connie and Veve were so thrilled they scarcely could wait until the evening performance. However, they were a tiny bit nervous. What if they should blow the silver whistle at the wrong moment? It might ruin the circus!
“Do you suppose Miss Gordon, Mother, and the Brownies will get here in time for the show?” Connie remarked anxiously.
“I hope so,” said Veve, “but it’s a long distance for them to come. Something might go wrong so they wouldn’t get here.”