ying little attention to the inquiry.

"But you must have seen her come out," said King. "She came out alone,
before the performance was over. She had on a long tan-colored coat."

"Aw, that kid? Yes, I seen her, but I don't know where she went to."

"But we must find her! She's my sister!" said Kitty, and the tears came
into her eyes.

The doorman looked at Pompton. "You ought to keep yer kids together, an'
not let yer party get sep'rated."

"It wasn't Pompton's fault at all!" cried King, indignantly. "My sister
came out here to wait for us, and of course she's around here somewhere.
She must be in one of the tents. May we go and look for her?"

"Sure! Go where you like. I s'pose she's pokin' around somewhere to see
what's goin' on."

"Of course she's in one of the tents," said Kitty, brightening at the
idea. "Where shall we look first, King?"

Just then the man named Bill came along.

"Hello, youngsters," he said. "Lookin' fer that kid sister of yours? She
told me to tell you where she'd gone, but, bless my soul, I forgot all
about it!"

"Oh, where is she?" cried Kitty, clasping her hands, and looking up at
Bill with pleading eyes.

"There, there, little one! There ain't no use gettin' weepy about it.
Sister's all right. She just went in that there tent with Mademoiselle
Cora."

Bill pointed to the tent, and King and Kitty made a dash for it.

They fairly burst in at the door, and sure enough, there was Marjorie
sitting on a big packing box, watching a little girl who was performing
most remarkable athletic feats.

"Oh, hello," cried Marjorie, "I'm so glad you've come! Just sit down here
beside me, and watch Vivian. 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-lo