“Maybe you won’t think it fun after a ride!” said Paul.
“You just watch me and see!” boasted Trixie, smiling.
“I’m going to climb on the animals while we’re waiting for the man to start up the engine,” proposed Billy.
“Me for the lion!” shouted Dudley, as he mounted the king of beasts.
“Paul, let’s ride the white horses side by side and pretend we’re running a race,” suggested Trixie.
“Bet’che a cookie I’ll beat!” laughed Paul.
“You wouldn’t beat me if these were real horses! I can ride anything—even a colt!” teased Trixie.
“Oh, well, that colt of the Captain’s was green and full of fire—the Captain says so!” said Paul, defendingly.
The carousel began to turn slowly by this time and with many a wheeze and groan, it gathered momentum. Every one laughed at its slowness at first but the urging on of their steeds must have infected the merry-go-round for it soon whirled at a surprising speed.
Mrs. Remington sat near the old white-bearded ticket chopper, watching the different expressions on the children’s faces as the carousel went round.