She went again on the Roundabout, she had another cocoanut-shy, she went on the Switchback, the Fairy Boat, and the Wild Sea Waves. William trailed along behind her. He refused to venture on the Wild Sea Waves, and watched her on them with a certain grudging admiration.
“Crumbs!” he murmured, “she must have gotter inside of iron!”
WILLIAM WAS LEFT ALONE TO ESCORT AUNT JANE
THROUGH THE MAZES OF THE LAND OF PLEASURE.
Finally Aunt Jane espied a stall at a distance. Under a flaring gas-flame a man in a white coat was pulling out long strings of soft candy. Aunt Jane approached.
“What an appetising odour!” commented Aunt Jane. “Do you think he’s selling it?” William thought he was.
And the glorious climax of that strange night was the sight of Aunt Jane standing under the flaring gas-jet devouring soft pull-out candy.
“’Ullo! ’Ere’s the gime old bird,” said a man passing.
“I don’t see any bird, do you?” said Aunt Jane to William, peering round with her short-sighted eyes, “but this is a very palatable confection, is it not?”
Then a clock struck, and into Aunt Jane’s face came the look that Cinderella’s face must have worn when the clock struck twelve.