"Will ye crawl into a haystack if we come to one?"
"Yep."
They spoke no more until, farther on, a farmhouse, with dark barns in the rear, loomed up before them.
"Ye wait here, Flea," said Flukey, "till I see where we can sleep."
After an absence of a few minutes he returned and in silence conducted the girl by a roundabout way to a newly piled stack of hay.
"I burried a place for us both," he whispered. "Ye crawl in first, Flea, and I'll bring in Snatchet. Lift yer leg up high and ye'll find the hole."
A minute later they were tucked away from the cold morning, their small faces overshadowed by the new-mown hay, and here, through the morning hours, they slept soundly. Then again they set forth, and it was late in the afternoon when they drew up before the high fence encircling the fair-grounds at Dryden. The fall fair was in full blast. Crowds were passing in and out of the several gates. With longing heart, first Flea, then Flukey, placed an eye to a knothole, to watch the proceedings inside. Rows of sleek cattle waved their blue and red ribbons jauntily in the breeze; fat pigs, with the owners' names pasted on the cards in front, grunted in small pens. For a time the twins stood side by side, wishing with all their might that they were possessed of the necessary entrance-fee.
"If I could get a job," said Flukey, "we could get in."
"I could work, too," said Flea, her hands dug deep in her trousers pockets.
Just then a man hailed them. "Want to get in, Kids?" he asked.