Lend a hand and play the game!”
As the coach halted, the Brownies smartly saluted, raising right hand to the temple with the first two fingers straight and the baby finger held down.
Everyone cheered and clapped, Connie and Veve longer and louder than anyone else.
Then the music changed, the golden coach rolled on, and the circus began. With their part over, all the Brownies except Veve and Connie, crowded into the front seats to watch the show.
Whenever the whistle blew, the circus acts would change.
“It’s nearly time for Eva to ride now,” Veve whispered nervously.
“I—I wish we hadn’t promised to blow the whistle,” Connie said, her teeth chattering.
The man in charge stepped over to where the two girls stood.
“All right,” he said in a low tone. “Come with me.”
Connie and Veve followed him to the edge of the center ring. The stands were so filled with people they scarcely could see a vacant seat. High in the tent, trapeze performers whirled back and forth on their swings.