“I ca-an-t hold ano-oth-er m-m-min-ute!”
“Keep a stiff upper lip, now, Trix! We’re slowing down!” encouraged Paul, throwing an arm about the girl as she swayed uncertainly.
And indeed, the awful whirl did slacken and in a few more moments, with one last “yawp” the hurdy-gurdy gave up the spirit—of music.
Then a very pale and shaky Trixie was lifted from the race-horse and helped over to a seat beside Mrs. Remington.
“Oh, wasn’t it awful!” gasped she, shuddering.
“Awful! Why, it was great!” cried Dudley.
“I should say so! Look, I got the brass ring Trixie! Want it for another try?” asked Billy, generously.
But Trixie thought “discretion to be the better part of valor.” She knew from actual experience what a merry-go-round meant so she sat contentedly by and watched the others whirl.
When even Billy had been sated with the dervish delight Mrs. Remington led her escorts back to the wharf where they found Aunt Edith and Aunt Flo-Flo had arrived from Rosemary by land.
When it was suggested that the girls start back with Aunt Flo-Flo at once, there was a chorus of protests.