all excitement. "Betty Feeley was telling me that was such sport. Let's try that first!"
So they hurried over, had their tags punched and entered the huge barrel, big enough to admit a giraffe. After a minute or two the barrel started whirling. Both were instantly knocked off their feet and set swirling around its smooth surface, toes flung madly in air, hats spun off. Harold laughed and Jane screamed with glee and it was very thrilling indeed. Finally the gyrating barrel stopped and they had a chance to recover their hats and breath.
"That was wonderful!" said Jane, panting as they walked away in search of new adventure.
"You didn't hurt yourself, did you?" Harold asked solicitously. "Some of these things are pretty rough on a girl."
"What do you think I'm made off? Glass?" Jane replied with a little scornful flip of her head. She did not like to be reminded disparagingly of her sex.
"Oh, look—Harold!" she cried suddenly, seizing him by the coat and turning him around, bursting out laughing as she did so.
He obeyed and caught a glimpse of himself in a huge curved mirror that distorted his body until he looked broader than he was long and ridiculously protruding in the middle. He laughed too, and Jane stepped beside him so that her slim form too was caricatured into that of a very fat midget. Next to this mirror was another that made them as tall as flagpoles. The place was a veritable hall
