though not on the next trip. Her father had to buy her a ticket for
that.

Then came the final ride, for though Flossie and Freddie would have
remained and ridden all day, their father knew this was not good for
them. And it was on the last ride that Nan got her brass ring.

"Oh, now I can ride again!" she gayly cried.

"Not now," her father told her. "If you ride, Flossie and Freddie will
want to, and I'm afraid they'll be ill."

"But what shall I do with the ring?" asked Nan, slipping down off the
wooden horse and holding up the brass ring.

"It'll be good to-morrow," said Bob Guess. "You can keep it, or I'll
save it here for you."

"I guess you'd better keep it, Bob," said Nan, with a laugh. "I might
lose it."

"I'll save it for you," promised Bob. "I'll look for you to-morrow. Get
your tickets--your tickets for the merry-go-round!" he cried, as a new
crowd surged up to get on.

"May we have some pop corn?" asked Freddie, when told there were to be
no more rides that day.

"And ice-cream?" added Flossie.