"Your face is scratchy.

Come on, you folks; I'm going to buy you a dinner." And, leading the way into the first likely-looking place, she ordered a comprehensive meal which started with pickles and finished with pie.
Her party was a huge success, for it laughed its way from one end of Coney to the other.

It rode on wooden horses; on wobbling camels; in whirling tubs; on iron-billowed oceans; down trestled mountains; through painted caves--on everything which had rollers, or runners, or supporting arms.

It withstood shocks and bumps and dislocations and dizziness--and it ran squarely into Heinrich Schnitt! Three tables, placed end to end at the rail of a Shoot-the-Chutes lake, were required to accommodate Heinrich Schnitt's party.

First, there was Heinrich himself, white as wax and stoop-shouldered and extremely clean.