Veve and Connie stood very still, feeling a tiny bit frightened.
“I’m glad we don’t have to ride a horse or swing on a trapeze,” Veve whispered. “Then I would be scared.”
The music had changed tempo, the signal for the opening procession. Into the arena trooped the elephants, the horses and the performers in their spangled costumes. Expectantly, Veve and Connie waited for the arrival of the golden coach.
Soon it rolled into the sawdust ring, drawn by spirited white horses with red and purple plumes.
Seated proudly in the coach were all the Brownies—Jane, Eileen, Rosemary, Belinda and Sunny, who grinned from ear to ear.
“How grand they look!” Connie whispered.
Half way around the big ring the coach was drawn, and then the driver halted the steeds in the center of the tent facing a large American flag.
The band struck up a piece which the girls knew very well indeed, for it began:
“We’re the Brownies, here’s our aim—