“Oh, let’s go right into the big tent,” urged Sunny, skipping along beside Miss Gordon.
“First of all, I must collect the money for tickets we sold,” replied the troop leader. “Wait here, girls.”
Leaving the Brownies in a little group, she walked over to the ticket window. From there she was directed to a man who seemed to be managing the circus. Nearly twenty minutes elapsed before Miss Gordon finally returned.
“Did you get the money?” Jane asked anxiously.
“Yes, at last,” sighed Miss Gordon, tapping her billfold. “It’s all here, and our free tickets as well.”
“Then we’ll get to go to camp,” Connie declared happily. “Now let’s see the sideshows!”
A man stood on a narrow, high platform in front of a striped green and white tent.
“Right this way, lay-dees and gentlemen!” he shouted. “Only a dime, ten cents, to see Bo Bo, the Wild Man. He has hair like a lion and hands like a gorilla. His teeth are those of that fierce animal of the frozen north, the polar bear!”
“Are we going in?” asked Rosemary. She was a trifle uneasy. Bo Bo, she thought, must be a rather horrible person.
“I believe not,” said Miss Gordon. “Let’s move on.”