Margy agreed to be content with one, but when that was over she had enjoyed it so much that she teased and begged for just one more.
"Oh, let her have it, Mother!" suggested Rose. "We'd all like another ride. And I'll sit beside Margy in one of the seats, and then maybe it won't make her sick."
Margy didn't look ill, and she seemed to be enjoying herself.
"Well, this is a sort of play-day," said Daddy Bunker, "and I want you children to have a good time. I don't suppose one more ride will do any harm," he said to his wife. "And, I'll try to keep out of the poorhouse until we can use the sixty-five dollars in the pocketbook Rose found," and he laughed.
"Well, if you say it's all right I suppose it is," agreed his wife. "But this is, positively, the last ride!"
So the children got their tickets, and Margy and Rose took their seats in a little make-believe chariot, drawn by a green camel.
The music began to play, the merry-go-round began to turn and once more the children were having a good time. In chairs near the big machine Daddy and Mother Bunker and Aunt Jo waved to the children each time they came around.
The turn was almost over when Mrs. Bunker happened to see Margy leaning up against Rose. And the mother noticed that her littlest girl's face was very white. Rose, too, seemed frightened.
"Oh, I'm sure Margy is ill!" cried Mrs. Bunker. "She has ridden too much! Oh, Charles! Have them stop the machine!"
"It's stopping now," he said. He, too, had noticed the paleness of Margy's face.