Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Family life -- Juvenile fiction; Grandparents -- Juvenile fiction
"And the booths of mountebanks,
With the smell of tan and planks."
LONGFELLOW.
The jolting had ceased, and it was quite dark before Duke and Pamela
awoke. But through the little window of the van came twinkling lights,
and as they sat up and looked about them they heard a good many unusual
sounds--the voices of people outside calling to each other, the noise of
wheels along stony roadways--a sort of general clatter and movement
which soon told that the encampment for the night was not, as hitherto,
on the edge of some quiet village or on a lonely moor.
"Bruvver," said Pamela, who had been the first to rouse up, "are you
awake? What a long time us has been asleep! Is it the middle of the
night, and what a noise there is."
Duke slowly collected his ideas. He did not speak, but he stood up on
the bench and peeped out of the window.
"It must be that big place where there's a fair," he said. "Look,
sister, there's lots and lots of carts and peoples. And over there do
you see there's rows of little shops--that must be the fair."
He seemed rather excited, but Pamela, after one peep, would not look any
more.
"No, no, bruvver," she said. "I am frightened. If it is the fair, that
man will be coming that Diana told us about, and perhaps he'll take us
before Diana and Tim can help us to run away. I'm too frightened."
But Duke had managed to get the window unhooked, and was now on tiptoe,
stretching out his head as far as it would go.
"Oh sister," he exclaimed, drawing it in again, "you _should_ see. It's
such a big place, and such lots and lots of peoples, and such a noise.
Oh do climb up here, sister, and look out."
But Pamela still cowered down in her corner. Suddenly they heard the
well-known sound of the key in the door,--for when the children were
alone in the van they were always locked in,--and turning to look, they
saw Diana. She brought with her a bowl of milk and some bread, which the
children were very glad of, as they had eaten so little at dinner, and
she said nothing till they had finished it.
"Are you still sleepy?" she said then. "Would you like to go to bed or
to come out a little with me?"
"Oh, to go out a little," said Duke; but Pamela crept up close to Diana.
"I don't want to go out," she said. "I'm frightened. But I don't want to
stay here alone for fear that man should come. Can't you help us to run
away now, before he comes? Oh please do, dear Diana."
Diana soothed her very kindly.
"Don't be frightened, missy dear," she said. "He won't be coming just
yet. I think you'd better come out a little with me. You'll sleep better
for it."
"And you won't take us to that man?" said Pamela half suspiciously.
Diana looked at her reproachfully.
"Missy, missy dear, would I do such a thing?"
"Sister, you know she wouldn't," said Duke.
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