The piles of gingerbread and coloured rock on the stalls looked very
tempting, and Dick, with Pat in his arms, and three-and-ninepence in
his pocket, felt rich as he walked by. But though he liked sweet
things, all the more because he had had so few to enjoy, he would not
be tempted to buy.
"Don't believe Lionheart had cakes and candy--not when he was on the
crusades, anyhow. It must be bread and cheese, and maybe a whole
ha'poth of milk for us, Pat, to-day. When I'm a fitter you shall have
a good meaty bone every day of your life!"
Pat looked up, as if he quite understood, and on some old stone steps
in one of the quieter streets they were soon sharing rations, with
appetites that a duke might have envied.
"Here, boy, hold my horse for a couple of minutes, will you? Don't let
go; he doesn't like this pandemonium any better than I do."
In a moment Dick was on his feet and ready for business, and for the
second time that day he gripped a bit of strap, with the resolve to
hold on at all costs.
Only _this_ horse was a beautiful chestnut, with a coat like satin, and
harness that must have cost more than carrier Brown's whole turn-out.
The gentleman went into the post-office opposite, but the noise of the
fair evidently upset the spirited horse, and he was very restless and
impatiently pawed the ground and tossed his head.
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