“A circus?” Connie echoed, faintly interested. “And charge money?”
“Of course. We’d make a lot.”
“Where could we give the circus, Veve?”
“Here in your back yard! The walk that circles the lily pond would make a dandy circus ring. We’ll ask the other Brownies to be in our show too!”
“We might give it tomorrow,” Connie said doubtfully. “It will mean a lot of planning though, and hard work.”
“Lets get busy right away and practice,” Veve proposed, jumping up from the grass. “What can you do, Connie?”
“Well, I learned a tap dance at class—”
“Oh, they don’t dance in a circus,” Veve replied in a superior tone. “One has to be a bareback rider, a trapeze performer or something important. I’ll be a lion tamer.”
“But you have no lion,” said Connie, rather amused.
“Not a real one,” agreed Veve. “But I know where I can get a play lion.”