“Maybe we shouldn’t sit here,” Connie said uneasily.
Now, neither she nor Veve once thought of being carried away by the circus train. So far as they could tell, the engine was not even hooked on. They knew too, they could jump to the ground any time they liked.
Veve scrambled to her feet the better to gaze at the golden coach.
“Let’s sit in it!” she proposed.
“Oh, no, Veve.”
“Just for a minute,” coaxed Veve. “Then we’ll meet Miss Gordon.” Before Connie could stop her, she ran over to the coach. “Say, it has red plush seats and everything. Do come see!”
Veve climbed into the coach and began to bounce up and down on the soft cushions.
Connie, against her better judgment, decided it would do no harm to sit in the coach for only a minute. She went over and climbed in beside Veve.
“Wouldn’t it be fun to ride in the grand procession?” she asked, her eyes shining.
“You play you’re the Queen,” proposed Veve. “I’ll drive the white horses.” She scrambled up into the high box at the front of the coach.