Her face was white, and he saw that it really distressed her to watch the wild animals.
"Very well, Miss Marjorie," he said; "it's but a few steps, so go on, if you like, and stay just outside the door until we come.

Don't wander away now." "No, Pompton, I won't wander away, but I must get away from here." Marjorie left the box, and went quietly out of the door of the tent.

It was only a few steps, as their box was very near the entrance.
There was a bench just outside the door, and the little girl sat down upon it, delighted to be away from the sights she did not care for.

The fresh air and bright sunshine brought the color back to her cheeks, and she looked around her with interest.

There was little to see, for the audience were all inside the great tent, and the performers were either on the stage or in their own dressing rooms.