“Yes,” said Patty, “and so then of course I knew you would.”
It was a rather tired party that went back to the Fairfields’ house at the close of the evening.
Nan and Mr. Fairfield issued strict orders that everybody must go to bed at once, as there were two more strenuous days ahead, and they needed all the rest they could get.
But next morning they reappeared, quite ready for fresh exertions, and Patty declared that for her part she’d like to be a gypsy all the year round.
“Well I never want to be a Christmas tree again,” said Roger, “in spite of my precautions, I’m all scratched up!”
“Never mind,” said his sister consolingly, “you took the prize, and that’s glory enough to make up for lots of scratches.”
The second and third days of the Fair were much like the first, except that the crowds of visitors continually increased.
The fame of the entertainment spread rapidly, and people came, even from distant parts of Long Island, to attend the festivities.
But at last it was all over, and the Fairfield verandah was crowded with young people, apparently of all nations, who were congratulating each other on the wonderful success.
“Of course,” said Patty, “the greatest thing was that we had such perfect weather. If it had rained, the whole thing would have been spoiled.”