'It's a town a long way off,' said Toby; 'we've never been there before,
master says, and it will take us nearly a week to get there. But I must be
off, Miss Rosie, or master will be coming.'

'Aren't you tired, Toby?' said the child kindly.

Toby shrugged his shoulders, and said, with a broad grin--

'I wonder if any one in this concern is ever anything else but tired!'

Then he walked away into the town for the horses, which had been put up in
the stables of an inn, and Rosalie returned to her mother. There were
several things to be done before they could start; the crockery had all to
be taken from the shelf and stowed away in a safe place, lest the jolting
over the rough and uneven field should throw it down. Besides this, Rosalie
had to dress herself and get her mother's breakfast ready, that she might
eat it in peace before the shaking of the caravan commenced.

When all was ready, Rosalie stood at the window and looked out. The fair
looked very different from what it had done the night before. Most of the
show-people had been up all night, taking their shows to pieces, and
packing everything up. Though it was not yet nine o'clock, many of them had
already started, and the field was half empty. It was a dreary scene of
desolation; all the little grass it had once possessed, which had given it
a right to the name of field, had entirely disappeared, and the bare,
uneven ground was thickly strewn with dirty pieces of paper, broken boxes,
and old rags, which had been left behind by the show-people; besides a
quantity of orange-peel and cocoa-nut and oyster shells, which had been
thrown into the mud the night before. Very dirty and untidy and forlorn it