She brought with her a bowl of milk and some bread, which the
children were very glad of, as they had eaten so little at dinner, and
she said nothing till they had finished it.
"Are you still sleepy?" she said then. "Would you like to go to bed or
to come out a little with me?"
"Oh, to go out a little," said Duke; but Pamela crept up close to Diana.
"I don't want to go out," she said. "I'm frightened. But I don't want to
stay here alone for fear that man should come. Can't you help us to run
away now, before he comes? Oh please do, dear Diana."
Diana soothed her very kindly.
"Don't be frightened, missy dear," she said. "He won't be coming just
yet. I think you'd better come out a little with me. You'll sleep better
for it."
"And you won't take us to that man?" said Pamela half suspiciously.
Diana looked at her reproachfully.
"Missy, missy dear, would I do such a thing?"
"Sister, you know she wouldn't," said Duke.
"Then I'll come," said Pamela, and in another minute the two children,
each with a hand of the gipsy girl, were threading their way through the
lanes of vans and carts, half-completed booths, tethered horses and
donkeys, men, women, and children of all kinds, which were assembled on
the outskirts of Crookford in preparation for the great fair.
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