"There's Mr. Westen
taking moving pictures!"
"Oh, so he is!" cried Nan. And there indeed, with his camera pointed
out of the window, was their old friend.
He saw the children and waved to them.
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" was the sudden cry, and from the
distance came the sound of music.
"The parade has started! The parade has started!" was the cry that ran
through the crowd.
"Oh, isn't this great!" cried Nan, clasping her chum Mabel by the arm.
"It's just lovely!" the country girl said, "and so nice of your mother
and uncle and aunt to ask me."
"Oh, we were only too glad to have you," said Nan, politely, but she
meant it.
Freddie snuggled close up to fat Dinah.
"Don't you be afraid," he said to the black cook. "I--I won't let any
wild animals get you!"
"Dat's a good boy, honey lamb!" she murmured, as she took hold of his
hand.
Louder played the music. The children in the crowd began dancing up
and down, so excited were they.
"Here it comes! Here it comes!" they cried over and over again.
Then swept past the horses, gay with plumes, and covered with blankets
of gold and silver, of purple and red.
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