As she rode back and forth she could catch glimpses of Eugenia's pink dress inside the tent, where they were all gathered around the old fortune-teller.

Now and then she heard voices and laughter, and it gave her such a lonely, left-out feeling that she could scarcely keep back the tears.

She knew that the others thought she was fussy and overparticular, and that helped to make her thoroughly uncomfortable.
The fretful wail of a sick baby sounded at intervals from the tent.

The banjo-playing had stopped on their arrival.

It was nearly noon when the six children came straggling out of the tent.
"I wouldn't have missed it for anything!" said Eugenia, triumphantly.
"Betty was a goose not to go, wasn't she?
Why, Betty, she told me my whole past, and even described the three girls I go with at school.