"I—I think I should like it better than anything else, Derry."
And so they went.
It was warm with a hint of showers in the air, and both of the children were in white. Jean was also in white. They rode in the General's limousine to where the big tent with all its flags flying covered a vast space.
"Cousin Derry, Mother said I might have some peanuts."
"All right, old man."
"And Margaret-Mary mustn't. But there are some crackers in a bag."
It was all most entrancing, the gilded wagons, the restless beasts behind their bars, the spotted ponies, the swaying elephants, the bands playing, the crowds streaming—.
Teddy held tight to Jean's hand. Margaret-Mary was carried high on Derry's shoulder. All of her curls were bobbing, and her eyes were shining. Now and then she dropped a light kiss on the silver blond hair of her cavalier.
"Tousin Dee," she murmured, affectionately.
"She's an adorable kiddie," Derry told Jean as they found their seats.