"I am very sorry," continued Harriet, speaking in a firm voice; "but I shall be obliged to borrow my entrance money from you, Pattie. I will pay you next week, when my pocket-money comes in. There will be enough for us both to go in and also to have a turn on the merry-go-round--" "And we must see the fat lady and the man with two heads," said Pattie. "But why mustn't I see them, too?" asked Ralph, whose little face was scarlet now, and his voice quite choky with anger and disappointment. "No, you mustn't, Ralph," said Harriet. "And now I will tell you why! I, your mother, don't choose it. You have got to obey me, you know. I am a big girl, and you are a very little boy; you must stay here quietly, and wait for me. I will return for you before long. Now, be a good child, and don't cry: it is very babyish to cry." Ralph stood quite still. The scarlet flush had faded from his face. After a minute, he said: "Course it's babyish, and I aren't crying." "Then that is all right," said Harriet. "Stay here till I fetch you. Come, Pattie." The two little girls left the room. Book 1--CHAPTER TEN. THE GIPSIES. How hot was that drawing-room to the tired little boy! His head quite ached, he did not know why; he could not understand his own sensations. There was a very ugly look-out, too, for the bay window opened into a tiny garden, which was full now of clothes hanging on lines and flapping in what little breeze there was. Ralph could not see anything beyond the white line of clothes. He went to the window, half inclined to go into the garden; but, as it was so uninviting, he did not venture. He returned to the ugly room, and looked at what was left of the make-shift tea. It certainly was hard that he had not been allowed to go to the fair. He would so have liked to have a ride on the merry-go-round, and to see the fat lady and the man with two heads. How was it possible for anyone to have two heads? He felt his own little soft neck, and wondered where the other head could appear. He sat down very thoughtfully to consider this problem. It was really more difficult than borrowing ten, and much, _much_ more interesting. It seemed to him even more interesting than seeing gipsies: the brown, brown gipsies, with their house on wheels, had none of them two heads. He would love beyond anything to gaze at the person who possessed such treasures.