"Where's Dinah?" called Flossie.
"Heah I is, honey lamb," answered the colored cook, as she came out
with a big basket of good things to eat.
"Oh, I'm going to sit next to Dinah!" cried Bert with a laugh. "I
always did like you, didn't I, Dinah?" he demanded.
"Go 'long wif you, honey!" she exclaimed.
"Yo' all doan't git none ob de stuff in dish yeah basket 'till lunch
time--no, suh! No mattah how lubbin' yo' is!"
Off they started, with laughter and shouts, Uncle Daniel and his hired
man sitting on the front seat, taking turns driving the horses.
Freddie wanted to hold the reins, but his uncle said the animals were
too frisky that morning for such little hands.
"When they come back they will be tired, and won't be so anxious to
run away," the farmer said. "Then you may drive, Freddie."
All along the road were circus posters, and at each new one which they
saw the children would shout and laugh in delight. They saw many other
farm wagons going along, also filled with family parties, who, like
themselves, were going to the circus.
"Hurrah for the big show!" Bert or Nan would call out.
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