"You'll have to ask somebody else about that," said the young man. "What
I don't know about this Rube state! I never was in it before." He spoke
as though he were very proud of the fact.
Betsy turned and went over to the older man who had told them about the
Vaughans.
Molly trotted at her heels, quite comforted, now that Betsy was talking
so competently to grown-ups. She did not hear what they said, nor try
to. Now that Betsy's voice sounded all right she had no more fears.
Betsy would manage somehow. She heard Betsy's voice again talking to the
other man, but she was busy looking at an exhibit of beautiful jelly
glasses, and paid no attention. Then Betsy led her away again out of
doors, where everybody was walking back and forth under the bright
September sky, blowing on horns, waving plumes of brilliant tissue-
paper, tickling each other with peacock feathers, and eating pop-corn
and candy out of paper bags.
That reminded Molly that they had ten cents yet. "Oh, Betsy," she
proposed, "let's take a nickel of our money for some pop-corn."
She was startled by Betsy's fierce sudden clutch at their little purse
and by the quaver in her voice as she answered: "No, no, Molly. We've
got to save every cent of that. I've found out it costs thirty cents for
us both to go home to Hillsboro on the train. The last one goes at six
o'clock.
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