e entered Hagenbeck's animal show she was still
telling Miss Ross and I how she and 'Adam' had not agreed upon a route
that day, and how she had revolted utterly when he proposed to spend
the afternoon 'down to the odds and ends corner of the Fair, among the
skeletins and old bones, and rooins, and mummies,' and how 'fer once'
they had each 'took their own way.'

It was Miss Ross who had kindly asked the 'lone woman,' as she
described herself, to join our party; and she bore with sweet patience
and an indulgent half-smile her many remarks, absurd or _outre_,
shrewd or unsophisticated.

'I'm sick of that feller!' she exclaimed, as the 'Hot-hot-hot!' of the
Turkish vendor of warm cakes was heard. 'The very idea of a
yallow-faced feller like that takin' to cookin' hot waffles for a
livin'! Right in the street, too! I sh'd think he could get enough
cloth out o' them baggy trousers to make him a little tent. 'F I was
the boss here I'd make him do his cookin' quieter; he jest spiles the
street.'

In the German Village our party rested, and the ladies enjoyed its
quaint and picturesque cottages and castle, and listened with pleasure
to the German band--all but Mrs. Camp.

'I don't see nothin' very strikin' here,' she candidly observed, 'and
I don't see the need of puttin' up so many queer-lookin' barns. The
house is well enough, but I'll bet them winders come out o' Noah's
ark; an' I can't make so much beer-drinkin' look jest right--for
wimmin.'

As we passed out she was so rash as to pause a moment to look down
into a huge vessel, full to the brim of the queer-looking compound
which the vendor described in a loud voice as 'bum-bum candy.'

'Lad-ee! Lad-ee!' he cried, as she turned away. 'Fine bum-bum,
splendid!' But the look she cast over her shoulder silenced his
eloquence.

'That feller,' she declared, 'has been settin' around here in one
place or another ever sence I've been here with his bum-bum candy.
I've never got closte enough to git a look at the stuff till to-day;
an' I've never saw a soul buyin' it nor eatin' it.'

It had been agreed that we should take a trip in the Ferris Wheel.
With the ladies it would be a novel experience, but when we were about
to enter the car Mrs. Camp drew back.

'Tain't no use,' she said. 'I ain't goin' to risk my neck that way.
It's jest a-flyin' in the face of Providence! I couldn't git Adam to
'smuch as look at the thing when 'twas goin' round. No, sir, I ain't
a-going'!'