“Where, Veve?”
“At Mrs. Moseley’s house. I’ll ask to borrow her Maltese cat.”
“Oh, you mean old Lazy Tom,” laughed Connie. “He’s so old and feeble he’ll not seem much like a real lion.”
“That won’t matter,” insisted Veve, pulling her to her feet. “I’ve seen old lions at circuses. Come on, Connie. Let’s ask to borrow him.”
The two Brownies hurried down the street to Mrs. Moseley’s house. The elderly lady lived alone. Of all the neighborhood children, Connie and Veve were her favorites.
“Good afternoon, girls,” she said with a smile when Veve rang the doorbell. “I am afraid my cookie jar is empty today.”
The girls explained that they had not come for cookies.
“We want to borrow Lazy Tom,” Veve explained. “We need a lion for our Brownie circus.”
“A lion!” repeated Mrs. Moseley, surprised by such a strange request.
Connie and Veve explained their plan for giving a play circus as a means of raising camp expense money.