had wandered thither from another planet. Suddenly I felt a hand laid lightly on my arm, and looking round saw the laughing face of Annie Breen. She asked me if I had seen their Willie, but without waiting for an answer went on to chatter about all the people who were here to-night. A whole crowd had come over from Castlewellan; and there were a lot of excursionists from Belfast, who had missed the last train, and nobody knew where they were going to sleep, for there wasn’t a room to be had in the hotels. Wasn’t it fun? They would have to stay out all night; and if it rained wouldn’t it be awful? “There’s room for two there,” she cried, “those white horses. Ellen Gibson and Brian Seery are getting off.” I made a half-hearted movement forward, but in my lack of enthusiasm was ousted by a more eager couple whose eyes had been as quick as Annie’s. There was no hint of reproach, however, in the smile the girl turned on me. “We’ll get them next time, and I’d just as soon watch, any way. Wouldn’t you?” “There’s Willie over there,” I suggested. “Perhaps you would like――――” But she interrupted me. “I don’t care about the horses. Only maybe I’m keeping you: maybe you’re waiting for somebody?” “No,” I answered, hurriedly. “Let’s go round the tents then. Will you?” We moved over to the one which appeared to have attracted the largest crowd. In the foreground, just beyond the barrier, was a long counter or table covered with cheap ornaments, artificial jewelry, and boxes of unhealthy-looking cigars; and behind this, set in tiers against the canvas back of the tent itself, were three rows of grotesque, painted, wooden busts, waiting to be knocked down. Surrounded by a group of encouraging spectators, George Edge was stolidly bombarding these figures with a good deal of success, though what he intended to do with his prizes it was difficult to imagine. We stood and watched him, and every now and again a loud smack was instantly followed by the disappearance of one of the dolls. “Have a throw you,” said Annie. “Go on. I’m sure you can do it better than him.” An obliging lady handed me three wooden balls, about the size of tennis balls, in exchange for two pence; but in absence of mind I came within an ace of sending the first of these at the head of the proprietor himself, which just then bobbed up close to the dolls, and in features, colouring, and expression, startlingly resembled them. At my third shot I was successful, and Annie chose a gold and turquoise cross. We passed on to the next booth, leaving George still pegging away, with a perseverance that must have cost him about half-a-crown already. Annie herself now won a walking-stick, by throwing a wooden ring over it, and this trophy was presented to me. “Let’s get out of the glare for a minute,” she said unexpectedly. “It’s that hot with all the lights and things I can’t hardly breathe.”