"It is a clear day, Mildred. Let us go up in the Wheel," he said. "Have you made the trip yet?"
"No, but I have a new idea about it. I'm sure it will make me dizzy. It did Clover; and I think I shall be afraid, too."
"Don't give up going. I'm sure you will not be afraid. It is an absolutely steady, safe motion, and the changing view is unique."
"No, indeed; I wouldn't give up going, only I think I would rather go alone. I don't want any one to behold my weakness."
"Oh, very well." Van Tassel made a gesture of indifferent assent, sat down, and returned to his paper. The little incident of the heliotrope had done more to convince him of Clover's wisdom than all her sage words. Its perfume stole up to him as he sat reading the same line over twelve times.
Mildred moved away, outwardly calm, inwardly vexed with Jack for his ready acquiescence.
She went into the house and met Clover. "Going to the Fair?" asked the latter.
"Yes, I think so."
"Wait half an hour or so, and go with us."
"I don't believe you will take my way, for I am going in the Wheel."