Maggs's Circus is where I belong to, an' there 'twas Tilda, or 'The Child Acrobat' when they billed me." "You don't look much like an acrobat," commented Mr.Hucks.
"Don't I?
Well, you needn't to take _that_ on trust, anyway." The child stepped down from the packing-case, stretched both arms straight above her, and began to bend the upper part of her body slowly backward, as though to touch her heels with the backs of her fingers, but desisted half-way with a cry of pain.

"Ow! It hurts." She stood erect again with tears in her eyes.

"But 'Dolph will show you," she added upon a sudden happy thought, and kneeling, stretched out an arm horizontally.
"Hep, 'Dolph!" The dog, with a bark of intelligence, sprang across her arm, turned on his hind legs, and sprang back again.

She crooked her arm so that the tips of her fingers touched her hip, and with another bark he leapt between arm and body as through a hoop.
"He don't properly belong to me," explained Tilda.

"He belongs to Bill, that works the engine on Gavel's roundabouts; but he larned his tricks off me.