She is really one of the best I ever saw for her age.

She's only twelve, and she can do wonderful feats for such a child." "I'm twelve," said Marjorie, smiling, "but my brother says I'm too fat to do anything like that." "Yes, you are," and the young lady smiled, showing her even, white teeth.
She was a very pretty girl, and had a sweet, refined voice, which surprised Marjorie, as she had not thought circus people were like this.
"You do weigh too much to be very agile; my sister is slender, but very muscular.

Would you like to see her?
She's right over there in our tent, with Mother." "Oh, I'd love to see her, but I mustn't go away from here, for I told Pomp where to find me.

He'll be out soon." "Yes, the performance will be over in about five minutes.

But I'd like you to see my sister.