“I shall await you,” said the lady in the tank with perfect calmness, “at dead of night.”
With that she twisted the seaweed closely around her head and shoulders and sank slowly to the bottom of the tank. And the children were left staring blankly at each other, while in the circus tent music sounded and the soft heavy pad-pad of hoofs on sawdust.
“What shall we do?” Francis broke the silence.
“Go and see the circus, of course,” said Bernard.
“Of course we can talk about the chariot afterward,” Mavis admitted.
“There’ll be lots of time to talk between now and dead of night,” said Kathleen. “Come on, Bear.”
And they went.
There is nothing like a circus for making you forget your anxieties. It is impossible to dwell on your troubles and difficulties when performing dogs are displaying
