“I imagine circus life has its disadvantages,” commented Miss Gordon. “As a steady diet, one might grow very tired of it.”
The Brownies watched the unloading of the cars for a half hour longer. Then Connie’s mother looked at her watch.
“We really should be starting home,” she said. “The afternoon performance begins at one-thirty.”
The Brownies did not mind leaving, for they knew the show that afternoon would be even more interesting to watch than the unloading.
“Miss Gordon, when will we collect our ticket money?” Connie inquired as the girls walked along the tracks toward the parked cars.
“At the circus this afternoon,” replied the Brownie leader. “And that reminds me, we should leave rather early. Shall we meet at my house at twelve-thirty?”
A strong wind had been blowing. Connie held tightly to her beanie to keep it from flying from her head, even so it whipped out of her hand and was carried under the wheels of the circus car.
“Oh, my cap!” Connie exclaimed. She was afraid it might be blown to the far side of the train. Then she might never recover it.
Not far away stood Jim Carsdale, the animal trainer. Quickly, he reached under the train to rescue the beanie before it could roll any farther.
“Here you are, little lady,” he said, offering it to her.