Soon the gorgeous chariot containing the carnival paraphernalia came lumbering along en route for Berryville. It was a vision of red and gold with wheels that looked like pinwheels in a fireworks display.
The one discordant note about it was the rather startling projection of the heads and legs of animals here and there as if the wagon were returning from a hunt in South Africa. But these were only the disconnected parts of a merry-go-round.
Upon the white and silver wind organ which arose out of this ghastly display sat a personage in cap and bells with face elaborately decorated in every color of the rainbow. He was distributing printed announcements to the gaping citizens of Everdoze. Not so much as a frankfurter or a glass of lemonade did the people of this motley caravan buy.
It was late in the afternoon and Pee-wee and Pepsy were feeling the tedium of waiting when suddenly the sound of merry laughter burst upon their ears and somebody said, “Oh, I think it’s perfectly adorable to be on the wrong road! I just adore being lost! And I never saw anything so perfectly excruciating in my life!”
“It’s an auto full of girls,” said Pee-wee, adjusting his paper hat upon his head; “they come from the city, I can tell; you leave them to me.”
“I never saw anything so adorably funny in all my life” the partners now heard. “I just have a headache from laughing.”
“I know that kind,” said Pee-wee; “they’ve got the giggles. You leave them to me.”
Pepsy was ready enough to defer to the master mind, the more so because this approach of their first probable customers gave her a kind of stage fright. She was seized with sudden terror and the dishpan full of doughnuts shook in her hands as she placed it in full view by Pee-wee’s order.
The auto was evidently picking its way along the hubbly road in second gear. “We’ll find a place where we can turn around somewhere,” said a man’s voice good humoredly.
“Not till we’ve gorged ourselves with food,” the voice of a girl caroled forth.