There was music, if it could be called music, furnished by the local band.
Uncle Harry said he had never seen such independent people as those musicians were. He declared that the music sounded, to him, as if each man commenced to play when he chose, and stopped when he got ready, regardless of what the other players were doing.
"Oh, I do believe that is the way they play!" cried Dorothy, laughing.
"Of course it is," cried Uncle Harry, "and a great deal of bother it saves, for no one has to direct them; they do not know that they are making discord, and thus they play and play with all their might, and are absolutely care-free and happy."
There were heaps of giant pumpkins, and more red and yellow ears of corn than they had ever seen before, while everywhere was laughter, and friendly gossip, and chatter, that made the fair a jolly place in which to roam about.
The children were determined to see every object in the big tent, and while some were interested in one thing, others wished to see something else, so they decided to divide into two groups.
One half of the little party turned to the right intent upon seeing some gaudy patchwork quilts, while the others turned to the left declaring their intention of investing all their pennies in the "fish-pond."
There were so many things to see on the way, that it was a long time before they met, as they had agreed, at the entrance.
Somewhere on the way they had missed Uncle Harry, and they could not imagine where he had gone.
It happened that Uncle Harry had seen a very small girl crying, and his first thought was to help her, and thus dry her tears.