"
"You will know I am not queer some time, and I would tell you why
now, but--"
"Don't you tell me a thing you don't want to."
"I think I had better wait just a little. But I don't know about all
those things."
"Say, why don't you send them to missionaries out West?"
"Oh, could I?"
"Of course you can. What's to hinder?"
"When I buy that place will you help me?"
"Of course I will. Now you are talking! I'm glad to do anything like
that. I think I'd be nutty if I had to live in the same house as that
fair."
The girl burst into a lovely peal of laughter. "Exactly what I
thought all the time," said she. "I wanted to buy them; you don't
know how much; but it was like buying rabbits, and white elephants,
and--oh, I don't know! a perfect menagerie of things I couldn't bear
to live with, and I didn't see how I could give them away, and I
couldn't think of a place to throw them away." She laughed again.
Jim stopped suddenly. "Say."
"What?"
"Why, it will be an awful piece of work to pack off all those
contraptions, and it strikes me it is pretty hard on the
missionaries. There's a gravel pit down back of the Bolton place, and
if you buy it--"
"What?"
"Well, bury the fair there."
Lydia stopped short, and laughed till she cried. "You don't suppose
they would ever find out?"
"Trust me. You just have the whole lot moved into the house, and
we'll fix it up."
"Oh, I can't tell you how thankful I am to you," said Lydia
fervently.
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