"I like to see your pretty dresses, and real shoes and stockings.
Do you go to school ?" Marjorie felt strangely drawn to this little girl who seemed so to want the privacy of a home life.

She spoke to her very gently.

"Yes, Vivian, we all go to school,--though I don't go to a regular school, do you ?" "No, I don't.

Mother and Cora say they'll teach me every day, while we're on the road, but they never get time.

And I have to practise a great deal." Marjorie looked around for a piano, and then suddenly realized that Vivian meant she must practise her gymnastic exercises.
"Come, Miss Marjorie, we must be going," said Pompton, who felt moved himself by the pathetic face of the little circus girl.
"Well, perhaps you'd better go now," said Cora, who had received imperative glances from her mother.