"Make the most of your fun while you're here," she said warningly. "This is positively the last trip we'll make. Besides, Fred, these traveling carnivals seldom stay long in one place. The whole thing may move on to-morrow."
"What do you want to do, Polly?" Margy asked.
"I'd perfectly love to have my fortune told," said Polly, her eyes dancing.
"But maybe nobody tells fortunes," Margy objected.
"Oh, you'll find that in the side show," Mrs. Larue interposed. "I never yet saw a good side show that didn't reveal a fine future for any curious person who asked."
"Goodness, he said we mustn't miss it, either," said Margy eagerly. "The side show, I mean. We'll always regret it, if we do."
"Probably," agreed Mrs. Larue. "But I think any one over sixteen who does see a side show regrets it. I think we can wait here for you in this quiet, shady place."
"I think so, too," Mrs. Marley said. "The children will be all right—there isn't a large crowd and they all seem to be nice people. So if you'll promise to keep together and not get lost you may investigate this wonderful side show and then come back and tell us everything you see."
Margy gave each child a pass, and they set gayly out for the side show. The manager had said it was on "the other lot," and they found this to mean a lot across the road from the one where the merry-go-round was put up. On the way Ward saw a peanut and popcorn stand, and he could not resist trying the magic of his pasteboard.
"Could I have some peanuts—I mean buy them with this?" he asked the little fat man behind the stand.