CHAPTER XXXII
WE GO TO THE FAIR.
“HOW are we going over to the fair at Oakham?” asked Cherry, the evening before that event.
“I’ve provided for it,” said I.
“Not th’ ould scut?” said Ethel.
“Hardly. Let’s see, there are ten of us.”
“Twelve,” said Ethel, “or thirteen.”
“No, ten.”
“Twelve. Minerva and James are going and we’re to have lunch over there.”
“Five buggies, two in each,” said Sibthorp as unconsciously as he could.