Mean while, Janie has moved to a bench near the center of the midway. Her eyes are closed and she basks in the warm sun, feeling quite pleased to have been called a Queen. "If I were a Queen," she muses, "I'd make that old mariner an Admiral."

"I wonder if I dare try to ride the 'Holy Modal Harmonica' attraction. Do Queens puke?"

She opens her eyes and gasps in shock. "Greatgawdallmighty, lookit there--it's a nekkid lady coming right down the midway--not a stitch of clothes nor an ounce of shame upon her!" Passers-by glance at the nude young lass, then turn to gape at the hillybilly woman making such a spectacle of herself.