Augustus made no answer, but, taking a piece of paper from his pocket,
twisted it up, and, putting it into the fire, lighted a long pipe and began
to smoke. The fumes of the tobacco brought on his poor wife's cough, but he
took very little notice of her, except to ask her occasionally, between the
whiffs of his pipe, how long that melodious sound was to last. Then his
eyes fell upon Rosalie's picture, which was pinned to the side of the
caravan.

'Where did you get that from?' he inquired, turning to his wife.

'It's mine, father,' said little Rosalie; 'an old gentleman in the fair
gave it to me. Isn't it pretty?'

It will do for a child,' he said scornfully. 'Toby, what are you after?
You're creeping along; we shall never get there at this pace.'

'The horse is tired, master,' said Toby; 'he's had a long stretch these two
days.'

'Beat him, then,' said the cruel man; 'flog him well. Do you think I can
afford to waste time upon the road? The wild beasts are a mile ahead, at
the very least, and the marionettes will be there by this time. We shall
just arrive when all the people have spent their money, and are tired out.'

Now there was one subject of standing dispute between Toby and his master.
Toby was a kind-hearted lad, and hated to see the horses over-worked,
ill-fed, and badly used. He was always remonstrating with his master about
it, and thereby bringing down upon himself his master's wrath and abuse.
Augustus cared nothing for the comfort or welfare of those under him. To