“I only hope,” she said, when I had gotten permission to use the old scow, “that the boat won’t spring a leak and sink in the middle of the canal during one of your shows.” 

“No danger of that,” laughed Dad, who knew how well built the scow was. He caught my eyes. “Did I understand you to say,” he quizzed across the table, “that it’s going to be a magic show?” 

“The same as we put on in Red’s barn,” I nodded. 

“Who’s the magician?—Scoop?” 

I gave another nod. 

“He’s also the general manager of our show company,” I informed. 

Mother smiled. 

“What are you,” she inquired in fun, “the traffic manager?” 

I told her, with dignity, that I was the treasurer, which was a very important and trustworthy position, and handled the money. 

“Peg’s the secretary,” I further informed, “and Red’s the ticket agent.” 

Dad considered. [6]

[6]

“How would it be,” he suggested, starting his nonsense, “if you put on a trapeze act? Mother and I are crazy to get our names on the program; and trapeze stuff is our specialty.” 

“The very idea!” sputtered Mother, who knew, of course, that Dad was trying to bother her. He likes to tease people. I’ll tell the world that I get my share of it! 

After supper I picked up Red and the two of us went in search of Peg and Scoop to tell them the good news that the scow was ours. They were at Peg’s house, where Scoop was importantly lettering a fancy cloth sign. Here it is: 

CONTENTS

THE “SALLY ANN” SHOW COMPANY Mystery and Magic To-night at 8:30 Admission, Including War Tax, 15c. Children 10c.

 

Red hates girls. 

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