ere continually presenting themselves to view on every
hand. The attention of the children was drawn from one object or
incident to another, with so much suddenness, and so rapidly, that they
had no time to understand one thing before it passed away and something
else came forward into view and diverted their thoughts; and before they
had recovered from the surprise which this second thing awakened, they
had come to a third, more strange and wonderful, perhaps, than either of
the preceding.

A boy, very young, and very fantastically dressed, came riding along
through the crowd, mounted on the smallest and prettiest black pony
that Rollo had ever seen, and distributing as he passed along some sort
of small printed papers to all who came near enough to get them. Rollo
tried to get one of the papers to see what it was, but he did not
succeed.

"How I wish I had such a pony as that!" said Rollo.

"So do I," said Jennie. "But what are the people doing in that ring?"

Rollo saw a close ring of people all crowding around something on the
ground. There was a man inside the ring, calling out something very loud
and very incessantly. Rollo put his head between two of the spectators
to see. There was a man seated in the centre, on the ground, with a
cloth spread out before him, on which was a monstrous heap of stockings,
of all kinds and colors, which he was selling as fast as possible to the
men and women that had gathered around him. He sold them very cheap, and
the people bought them very fast. He put the money, as fast as he
received it, in his cap, which lay on the ground before him, and served
him for a cash box.

"Come, Rollo," said Jane, pulling Rollo by the hand, "we must go along.
Uncle George is almost out of sight."

Rollo turned back into the avenue again, and began to walk along. In a
moment more he saw a large boy standing behind a curious-looking stove
in an open space near, and baking griddle cakes. There was a very nice
table by his side, covered with a white cloth, and a plate, on which the
boy turned out the griddle cakes as fast as they were baked. There were
several children about him, buying the cakes and eating them.

"Ah, Jennie," said Rollo, "look at these cakes! How I should like some
of them! If it were not that it is Sunday, I would go and buy some."

"O Rollo!" exclaimed Jennie, "look here! See what's coming!"

Rollo looked, and saw that the ladies and gentlemen on the broad walk
before them