The County Fair

That morning, Gloria had fried eggs on toast waiting at the house for OLeif and Collette, when they arrived to pick up Puck and bring him to the little festival down the road from the Snicketts house.
The festival promised to host an entire trove of eatables: Spudmaster Colossal Chips, ice cream, funnel cakes, fried Twinkies, fried Oreos, home-made root beer, cream soda, popcorn, cotton candy, Hawaiian shaved ice, caramel apple wedges, fresh home-made lemonade, turkey legs, nachos, cheesecake cookies, sweet tea, BBQ, hamburgers, etc.
Not to mention the German band, the blacksmith, potter, Colonial reenactments with muskets, etc.
And Francis, Creole, and Puff ‘o Lump had already signed up as parking attendants for eight dollars an hour, from ten o’clock to six o’clock.
So Puck had his first taste of cotton candy. Or, the ‘blue cloud’, as Carrie told him. He also got to explore the inside of a fire engine. OLeif and Rose snapped photos. Mom purchased advance Christmas presents. And Linnea participated in a seed-spitting contest. She made it half-way to the ‘Awesome’ category.

Back at the Silverspoon’s, Theodore was teaching most of the day, Gloria was getting back from running errands, Collette registered OLeif and Rose for scuba in St. Kitts, and Izzy was rearranging things in his room before attending a swing dance that night.
And OLeif and Izzy made chocolate chip butterscotch chip cookies in the afternoon while Puck walked around with black olives on his fingers as ‘finger hats’.

That night, Rose picked up a five-gallon pail of white paint and came over to paint the basement. She got through one wall on her own, with Collette working on a second more slowly, due to her lack of height.

They were joined later by Joe and his sketchbooks and India ink.
Rose was meanwhile busy talking about interesting places to get married.
“I know!’ she exclaimed. “I’d get married on that place out in the desert… the Devil’s Butt!”
“That’s pronounced Butte,” Collette explained, as Joe rocked forward in laughter.
“Well, maybe on the poky thing sticking up out of the desert then.”
“Or the moon…”
“No. Not the moon. Because when we kiss, we’d clunk helmets.”