I had a theory as to where they were, and I drove to Doncaster street, whereon the merry-go-round stands.
My instinct as to the whereabouts of the couple proved correct. There, under the flare of gasoline torches, whirled the merry-go-round, and now James was astride of an ostrich and Minerva, like Una, was riding a lion by his side and their hands were clasped in a firm, firm clasp.
I caught the eye of James and signalled, and when the music came to an end and the machine stopped, he and his lady love dismounted.
When we were all in the carriage Ethel said to Minerva,
“How did you enjoy the fireworks?”
She threw herself back in the seat with a gasp.
“Lawdy, forgot all ’bout the fireworks.”
“You don’t mean to say, Minerva, that you have been riding ever since we saw you this afternoon.”
“’Deed we have. Rode every beas’ an’ bird there was.”
“And what did you have for supper?”