ertions, and
Patty declared that for her part she'd like to be a gypsy all the year
round.

"Well I never want to be a Christmas tree again," said Roger, "in spite
of my precautions, I'm all scratched up!"

"Never mind," said his sister consolingly, "you took the prize, and
that's glory enough to make up for lots of scratches."

The second and third days of the Fair were much like the first, except
that the crowds of visitors continually increased.

The fame of the entertainment spread rapidly, and people came, even from
distant parts of Long Island, to attend the festivities.

But at last it was all over, and the Fairfield verandah was crowded with
young people, apparently of all nations, who were congratulating each
other on the wonderful success.

"Of course," said Patty, "the greatest thing was that we had such perfect
weather. If it had rained, the whole thing would have been spoiled."

"But it didn't rain," said Nan, "and everything went off all right, and
they must have made bushels of money."

"Well, it was lovely," said Patty with a little sigh, "and I enjoyed
every minute of it, but I don't want to engage in another one right away.
I think I shall go to bed and sleep for a week!"

"I wish I were a bear," said Kenneth, "they can go to sleep and sleep all
winter."

"You'd make a good bear," said Patty, in an aside to him, "because you
can be so cross."

But the merry smile that accompanied her words robbed them of any
unpleasant intent, and Kenneth smiled back in sympathy.

"Just to think," said Nan, "a week from to-day we'll all be back in the
city, and our lovely summer vacation a thing of the past."

"It has been a beautiful summer," said Patty, her thoughts flying
backward over the past season. "I've never had such a happy summer in my
life. It's been just one round of pleasure after another. Everybody has
been so good to me and the whole world seems to have connived to help me
have a good time."

"In so far as I'm part of the whole world, allow me to express my
willingness to keep right on conniving," said big Dick Phelps, in his
funny way.

"Me, too," said Kenneth, in his hearty, boyish voice.

Mr. Hepworth said nothing, but he smiled at Patty from where he sat at
the other end of the long verandah.

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