time, he went up to the manager of the wild-beast show, and addressed him
in such violent and passionate language, that a policeman was obliged to
interfere, and desired him to keep the peace.

At length the huge yellow caravans, each drawn by six strong cart-horses,
moved slowly on, led by a procession of elephants and camels, and followed
by a large crowd of children, who accompanied them to the outskirts of the
town. Here, by turning down a by-street, the theatre party was able to pass
them, and thus get the start of them on their journey.

Rosalie was glad to leave the town, and feel the fresh country air blowing
upon her face. It was so very refreshing after the close, stagnant air of
the fair. She opened the upper part of the door, and stood looking out,
watching Toby, who was driving, and talking to him from time to time of the
objects which they passed by the way; it was a new road to Rosalie and to
her mother.

At length, about twelve o'clock, they came to a little village, where they
halted for a short time, that the horses might rest before going farther.
The country children were just leaving the village school, and they
gathered round the caravans with open eyes and mouths, staring curiously at
the smoke coming from the small chimneys, and at Rosalie, who was peeping
out from between the muslin curtains. But, after satisfying their
curiosity, they moved away in little groups to their various homes, that
they might be in time to get their dinner done before afternoon school.

Then the village street was quite quiet, and Rosalie stood at the door,
watching the birds hopping from tree to tree, and the bees gathering honey
from the flowers in the gardens. Her mother was better to-day, and was
dressing herself slowly, for she thought that a breath of country air might