"
"The street fair must be interesting," Connie went back to the main
idea.
"Yes indeed, the crowds, the side-shows--I mean the exhibits, and the
lotteries, and--I am sure you never saw so much literary material
crowded into two blocks in your life."
"Oh, well, I don't mind. Maybe some other night we can go." Connie
was sweetly resigned.
"I should be very glad,--if you don't mind,--I haven't anything else to
do,--and I can take good care of you."
"Oh, that is just lovely. And maybe you will give me some more
stories. Isn't that fine, David? It is so kind of you, Mr. Ingram. I
am sure I shall find lots of material."
David kicked Carol warningly beneath the table. "You must go too,
Carol. You have never seen such a thing, and it will do you good. I
am not the selfish brute you try to make me. You girls go along with
Mr. Ingram and I will put Julia to bed and wait for you on the porch."
Well, of course, Mrs. Duke was very nice, and anyhow it was better to
take them both than lose them both, and that preacher had a very set
face in spite of his pallor. So Prince recovered his equanimity and
devoted himself to enjoying the tumultuous evening on the street. He
bought candy and canes and pennants until the girls sternly refused to
carry another bit of rubbish.
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