entered. He went up to his wife, and felt her pulse; then he muttered--

'She's all right now. Let her have a good sleep; that's all she wants,
Rosalie.'

He looked curiously at the dwarf, and then left the caravan and shut the
door.

'Rosalie,' said the tiny old woman when he had gone, 'I'll stop with you
to-night, if you like.'

'Oh would you?' said little Rosalie; 'I should be so glad!'

She felt as if she could not bear all those long, dark hours alone, beside
her unconscious mother.

'Yes,' said the dwarf, 'I'll stay; only you must go and tell them in our
tent. Can you find it, do you think?'

'Where is it?' said Rosalie.

The little old woman described the situation of the tent, and Rosalie put a
shawl over her head, and went in search of it. There were some stalls still
lighted up, and the flaring naphtha showed Rosalie an immense picture
hanging over the tent, representing a number of diminutive men and women;
and above the picture there was a board, on which was written in large
letters--'The Royal Show of Dwarfs.'

Rosalie had some difficulty in finding the entrance to this show. She
groped round it several times, pulling at the canvas in different places,