“Well, if you’ve money enough, buy two tickets and you can stay right on for two rides,” advised his new friend. “Let’s see. Oh, yes, you can buy two. More than two at a time is apt to make you dizzy. Look, she’s going to stop!”
The merry-go-round did stop with a dismal groan, and Sunny Boy scrambled on with a crowd of eager children. Most of them had mothers or older brothers and sisters with them, and when the attendant came to Sunny Boy and lifted him up, he seemed inclined to stay there and hold him on.
“I won’t fall off,” urged Sunny with dignity.
“Then you’ll have to be strapped on,” said the man, smiling. “Can’t have you flying into space when your frisky steed gets to going, you know. There! now you’re safe, and no one will notice that belt.”
Sunny Boy’s horse went up and down—in time to the music
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After the first ride the man came and unbuckled the belt, and, when Sunny Boy showed his second ticket, lifted him down and up again on a cream-colored horse. He fastened the belt snugly about him, and the merry-go-round started gayly. Sunny Boy’s horse went up and down—in time to the music it seemed to him—and he was very happy.
When the music stopped and the platform was still, the attendant came and lifted him down. The floor wobbled under Sunny Boy’s feet and he felt a bit shaky, but as he walked away he was all right again.
Across the street from the merry-go-round was a large open booth where soda water was sold. There were people sitting at all four sides of the fountain and a handsome motor car was drawn up at the curb before it.