"I'll get an extra fifty dollars a week!" cried the girl.
It was plain to be seen that she placed great store on that "fifty dollars a week."
"What does your uncle, Ben Ali, think of it, Haidee?" asked Matt.
A barely perceptible frown crossed the girl's face. What was passing in her mind? Whatever her thoughts were, they found no echo in her answer.
"Uncle Ben is glad to have me do it," and Haidee retreated toward the door.
"Have you seen Ping, Haidee?" inquired Matt.
"When I saw him last," was the response, "he was walking toward the river with a couple of buckets. I'll be going, now. I'll see you again when the parade starts. That trapeze act on the aëroplane will make a great hit, don't you think?"
"It ought to," said Matt.
The girl vanished.
"I'll walk over to the steam music box," remarked McGlory, "and see if I can spot our pigtail friend."