The seven Brownies never before had seen such a large, handsome cat. But his eyes were very wicked looking. They watched the workmen carry the cage to a waiting truck.
“See that little girl, Veve!” exclaimed Connie a moment later.
She pointed toward one of the sleeper cars. A girl not more than ten years of age, dressed in silk trousers and a blue velvet jacket, swung down from the steps.
“I wonder what she does?” speculated Veve. “Perhaps she’s a trapeze performer.”
The little girl had been walking toward the Brownies and chanced to hear the remark. Pausing, she turned and looked squarely at Veve.
“I am not a trapeze performer,” she said coldly. “I have my own riding act!”
“Do you ride bareback?” Veve asked breathlessly as the girl started away.
The circus girl gazed at her as if she considered the question rather stupid.
“Of course,” she replied. “I somersault from one horse to another. My name is on the bill.”
“Then you must be Eva Leitsall!” exclaimed Connie, who remembered seeing the name on one of the circus posters. “Is it fun to travel with a circus?”