There was also to be a mammoth gilt chariot, filled with musicians, and drawn by ever so many horses.

The procession was to pass very near the street where Oscar lived, and he intended to go and see it; but when the morning came, there was a cold, drizzling rain, with an uncomfortable east wind, and his mother told him he must not think of going out.

He did think of it, however, and not only thought of it, but went.

While his mother was up stairs, he quietly slipped out, and went to the corner the procession was expected to pass.

There he waited about an hour, until he became thoroughly wet and chilled, and then returned home, without seeing the sight; for the showmen had shortened their intended route on account of the storm.