“Oh, it’s a great building. Big enough for all sorts of entertainments, as well as the circus, to go on inside it.”
“Why is it called Olympia?” asked Rachel. “It’s such a funny name for a place where there’s a circus.”
“You must ask Mr. Sheston,” returned Aunt Hester, vaguely. “He’ll tell you why, better than I can. By the way, he’s going to take you both to the Museum to-morrow. I had a note from him this morning. Come along,” she exclaimed, hurriedly, as they turned a corner, “there’s the omnibus just starting. We must run for it.”
Seated opposite to one another in the omnibus when rather breathlessly they had settled down, Rachel and Diana exchanged meaning glances.
“It is going to begin there, you see,” whispered Rachel at the earliest opportunity, and Diana agreed with a nod and smile of secret delight.
They enjoyed the circus immensely, but beautiful as the horses were, and much as they admired them, both children thought of another and still more wonderful horse than any that appeared in the ring.
“But, then, Bucephalus was the loveliest and cleverest thing in the world,” observed Diana, in a low voice, after Rachel had murmured his name. “And I’m sure he would hate to do tricks in a circus. He was a war horse.”
“And used to real battles,” agreed Rachel, in an answering whisper.
“Well,” said Mr. Sheston next day, when Miss Moore had left both the children with him at the entrance to the Museum. “Well, how did you like the circus at Olympia yesterday?”