The Pullman cars were far up ahead. However, directly in front of them was a gaudily painted box car, the door of which stood slightly ajar.
“Wonder what’s inside!” Veve speculated. “I think I’ll see.”
Upending the newly purchased bucket, she stood on it and peeped into the car.
“Oh, Connie!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “Guess what? The golden coach is in here!”
“The one we saw in the circus?”
“The very same. Oh, it’s beautiful, Connie. Raise me up higher.”
“I can’t,” said Connie. “Pull yourself up on the edge of the car. Then you can see better.”
Veve swung herself to the edge of the circus car. She sat in the open doorway, her feet swinging over the side.
“Now help me up,” Connie commanded. “I want to see too.”
Veve pulled her up and they both sat there gazing at the beautiful golden coach.