drive by, all on the
lookout for a good camping-site.

"I do hope the boys from Buffalo Park will be in time to find a place
near us," whispered Polly.

"Yes, but it looks now, as if there wouldn't be an inch of room left
after to-night," returned Eleanor.

Mr. Brewster then joined them. "Well, girls, want to go with me to have
a look over the fair-grounds? To-morrow you will be escorted by younger
chaps, I suppose; but they won't be able to explain things any better
than I can."

"Oh yes, Daddy! Let's go," cried Polly, eagerly.

As it was all new to Eleanor, she also wanted to go, so the three found
a way between the tents that had sprung up, since they drove in from the
trail and had selected their own site.

Every one was merry and good-natured, and many a joke was exchanged
between people who might be master and servant at home, but at the
Celebration, they all were equals.

Mr. Brewster pointed out where the races would take place, and where the
wild horse-breaking generally was held. He told Eleanor that a purse of
five hundred dollars was always made up by collections, and given to the
man who was able to tame the worst outlaw horse of the year.

Then the girls were taken to the booths where refreshments were served.
Sam Brewster ordered three ice-cream cones and three sodas. He also
bought two boxes of candy for the girls.

"Let's have ice-cream sodas instead of soda and cones," suggested
Eleanor.

"They can't mix ice-cream sodas, out here," explained Polly. "So we buy
cones and mix our own when we want a New York drink."

Eleanor laughed. "Isn't that funny! It's just as easy!"

So they emptied their cones into their soda water and stirred the drink
with a spoon. But Eleanor learned that the western people would do
certain things their way, and no one could convince them that it was
much easier to accomplish the task a different way.

The cots were hard as rocks but every one fell asleep without complaints
that night, and in the morning the mad babel of sounds roused the
campers without alarm clocks. As Tuesday was a great day at the fair, no
time was lost by stealing an extra wink. Breakfast out of the way, the
entire party started for the Fair Grounds.

"I wonder where the boys are?" whispered Polly.

"We'll never find them in this mob," returned Eleanor.

"They said we were to meet at the Bridal Contest--but where is that?"
wondered Polly.

"Let's ask Tom Latimer; we'll tell him Jim is