"It would be convenient, wouldn't it?" he said. "He could eat with one of his mouths, you know, and talk with the other; and he could keep one of his brains for amusement, and one for lessons. I say, though, let's look at this! Here's the elephant with the dancing dogs on his back!" Oh, was there ever such a time? It flashed by in what seemed less than a minute, but in reality it took over an hour and a half. When Harriet and Pattie, two flushed and intensely happy little girls, left the small theatre Harriet knew at once by the changed light how long she must have been within. "Oh please," she said, turning to Mr Frost, "we have enjoyed ourselves tremendously; but what is the hour, please?--oh, I do hope it isn't late: I wanted to take Ralph back to school before five o'clock." "Five o'clock!" said Mr Frost with a roaring laugh. Really he was rather a noisy young man. "Why, it's long past seven. You don't suppose we have had all that fun in no time at all?" "Past seven!" said Harriet, in a tone of horror. "Oh, oh, don't keep me!" She rushed away. She never waited even to say good-bye; Pattie and Mr Frost both thought her rather rude. In a minute she was out of the fair and running along the road. When she had gone to the fair that afternoon with Pattie, the distance between the doctor's house and the bit of common where the fair was held seemed no way at all. But now Harriet thought she had miles to travel. At last, panting and terrified, she reached the doctor's house. The door, which had been standing open in the afternoon, was now shut. She rang the bell furiously. Oh, why had they shut the door? Every minute of delay was intolerable. Why did not Anastasia hurry? What a horrid name to give a servant! and what a horrid servant she was. Harriet in her agony gave the bell another and more furious pull. It was opened this time by a stout, red faced lady. "Now, little girl," she said, "if you dare to ring the doctor's bell again in this rude manner I shall complain to your--oh, my dear!" she continued, changing her voice, "I beg your pardon, I thought it was little Susan Wright from across the road. That child requires keeping in her place; she is always playing practical jokes. But what is it, my dear little girl? Come in, pray. Do you want Dr Tyke?" "No, no!" said Harriet. "Don't keep me, please. I have come for the little boy in the drawing-room." "The little boy in the drawing-room?" said Mrs Pyke, who wondered if Harriet were very ill and a little off her head. "But I know nothing of any little boy in the drawing-room." "Oh, please let me go for him," said Harriet, trying to push past the stout lady. "He is there, I know, for I left him there. He is little Ralph--little Ralph Durrant. I told him to wait for me; I know I am late, but let me go for him at once, please."