Mademoiselle Cora, this is my brother and sister." King pulled off his cap, and felt a little uncertain as to what sort of etiquette this very strange situation demanded.

But he bowed politely, and as Mademoiselle Cora smiled, and asked the two newcomers to be seated, and as there were plenty of packing boxes, King and Kitty sat down.
"This is Vivian," said Marjorie, waving her hand toward the little acrobat, who was turning double somersaults with lightning rapidity.
"She's only twelve, isn't she wonderful ?" The experience was so novel, it is scarcely to be wondered at that King and Kitty fell under the spell, as Marjorie had done, and the three sat breathlessly watching Vivian.
Mademoiselle Cora smiled at the enraptured audience, and in a far corner of the tent sat a placid-looking woman knitting a shawl.

This was the mother of the two girls, but she took little interest in the visitors, and except for an occasional glance at them, devoted herself to her knitting.
After waiting a few moments, and seeing that the children did not reappear, Pompton decided to go into the tent himself.

He hesitated about taking Rosamond in, but there was no help for it, so carrying the child in his arms, he pushed aside the canvas flap which formed the tent door, and stepped inside.
"My word!" he exclaimed, as he saw the youthful performer, and the interested audience.

"You children are the most surprising! I think you had better come away now." "I think so, too," remarked Vivian's mother, looking up for a moment from her knitting.