"Oh, Flossie, you little witch! Uncle Harry heard what you said, and not only is he going to have his fortune told, but he's going to make every one of you little girls have yours told, also!"
CHAPTER VIII
AT THE FAIR
THE fair proved a great delight to the children. They had all been to fine fairs patronized by fashionable matrons, whose names were quite enough to insure success, but the country fair was an absolute novelty.
At the large city fairs, merry débutantes graced the booths, and sold flowers, or tickets for the various games of chance.
Here in the mountain village all was different, and the novelty gave greater interest.
Farmers' daughters were in the booths, and sold huge bouquets of old-fashioned garden flowers, homemade candy, and honey, while one rosy-cheeked lass dispensed sweet cider, or sweet apples, according to the preference of her customer.
Uncle Harry purchased a huge stalk of hollyhocks for each of his guests, but for himself he chose an enormous sunflower which he insisted looked fine in his buttonhole.