And there wuz a cupboard with blue and white dishes and a sugar bowl that he and Bonnie Jean had used.  Oh, warm fingers, tired fingers! how long you’ve been dust, and the little piece of metal still endures.  Oh, my soul! the wonder and the pity on’t.

There are chairs, tables, spinning wheel, etc., similar to those that were in the Burns cottage.  But there is a reel that wuz used by Bonnie Jean herself, I took holt on’t tryin’ to bring to my mind what emotions she had time and agin as she reeled her threads on and off, love, anxiety, ambition, fear, hopes and sorrows; how they twined and ontwined in her faithful breast as the reel turned, emotions stilled long ago, long ago.

And there wuz the very griddle and toaster with which Bonnie Jean toasted the bread for her Robbie.  Many and many a time her heart, I presoom to say seemin’ to git seared in the burnin’ fires of jealousy whilst the bread wuz toastin’.  For Robert wuz a man of many fancies, and though a wife through pride or affection may seem blind to such things, yet burns will smart and “jealousy is as cruel as the grave.”

But many a time also whilst she toasted her bread her heart would bound with joy and pride thinkin’ of some triumph the man she loved had won, or rememberin’ some words of love and appreciation he had whispered in her ear, which made the dark world over in a minute into a bright one, for wimmen’s hearts beat the same in Ayr or Jonesville, and Bonnie Jean wuz proud of her poet lover and loved him.  And he loved her the biggest heft of the time, and mebby all the time; men are queer in such things and their ways past findin’ out.

’Tennyrate my heart bent in homage to his genius and his bravely borne poverty and sufferin’.  And I wished, oh, how I wished that some of the pride and honor showered on him now the world over could have brightened his hard life when it wuz needed.  But it wuzn’t to be, I wuzn’t there to advise folks, or to cheer him and Jean up by my warm appreciation and good vittles.  And I reluctantly tore myself away from the memory-hanted spot.

Molly wuz dretful interested here too, but naterally wanted to ride in the Intremoral railway and see all she could, it bein’ her first visit.  So as I had spoke of wantin’ to see the air-ships we went there next and then to the Philippines.

Sister Sylvester Bobbett laughed when I told her that probable Josiah and I would go to the next Exposition through the air.

Sez she, “You might jest as well talk about goin’ through the ground.”

But I wuz glad to see that other folks realized the importance of the subject, for they have given as much space to air navigation as for all the other modes of transportation put together.  The buildin’ covers about fourteen acres—­I wonder what Sister Bobbett would say to that, the walls are thirty feet high, the lower twelve feet, air tight, the upper eighteen feet lattice work.