Susan nodded, and bent her ear invitingly to her friend’s lips.
“I wished that we would have a good time at the Fair,” whispered Letty.
“So did I!” cried Susan, opening her eyes wide. “So did I! Isn’t it strange that we always think of the same thing? We must be really truly twins.”
“We are,” answered Letty with conviction. “I do wish you weren’t going home to-morrow. I wish you could stay here forever.”
Here Mrs. Spargo and Miss Lamb turned in at the church gate, gayly illumined to-night for the Fair by a colored lantern, and the “twins” followed close on their heels down a narrow stone walk and through a side door into the lecture-room of the church.
“This is the Sunday-School room,” whispered Letty. “There is my seat over in the corner. Oh, look, look! There is the Blackbird Pie.”
And, sure enough, in the very corner where Letty sat every Sunday morning in company with four other little girls and Miss Lamb, stood a booth draped with scarlet curtains over which winged a gay flight of blackbirds. And best of all, there was the Blackbird Pie in the midst, so enticing with its profusion of strings, so mysterious with its hidden treasure of “toys and small articles for five and ten cents,” that Susan and Letty made a bee-line in that direction determined to spend all their wealth on that particular attraction.
“Give me your hats and coats, girls,” said Mrs. Spargo. “And if I were you, I would walk around the room first and see what there is for sale before I spent my money here.”
“Oh, just one pull, just one pull,” clamored the little girls, gazing at the fascinating Pie with eager eyes.
Mrs. Spargo laughed.