“I don’t want to be in the care of anyone else, papa,” she hastened to say.

“But it will be quite impossible to see everything here that is well worth looking at,” he said, “and our tastes may differ greatly in regard to the things we care to examine.”

“Still I care most of all to be with you, papa.  I’m not afraid of getting lost, because I could easily find my way back to the Peristyle and wait and watch there for you and the rest, but I want to share in your enjoyment, and have you share in mine,” laying her rosy cheek against his shoulder and lifting to his, eyes full of ardent affection.

“That is right,” he said, smiling, and patting her cheek.

“Ah, here come your mamma, Gracie, and the little ones.  You are early, my dear,” to Violet as he handed her to a seat, took one at her side, drawing Grace to his knee for a moment’s petting and fondling, then letting her give place to the younger two, both eagerly waiting for their turn.

“Yes,” Violet replied, “we are all ready for an early start for the Fair.”

“As I expected,” he said pleasantly.  “I have ordered breakfast to be on the table an hour earlier than usual, and if our guests appear in season we will have prayers before eating; so that we may be able to start soon after leaving the table.”

“Judging by some slight sounds I have heard, I think they are all up and will join us presently,” said Violet.

“Yes, mamma, I do believe we are all in a great hurry to get to the Fair,” remarked her little Elsie.  “Oh, papa, is that it over there where that arch is with all those pillars on each side of it?”

“And, oh, papa, what big ship is that?” cried Ned, catching sight of the Illinois.  “I like ships, and I want to go there.  Can’t I?”

“I intend to take you there one of these days,” his father answered.

Just then the rest of the party came trooping up from the cabin.  Morning salutations were exchanged, family worship followed, and then breakfast, during which plans for the day were again discussed and further arrangements made.

They had scarcely left the table when Harold and Herbert appeared, bringing further plans and suggestions in regard to the sight-seeing, for they were anxious to help the newer arrivals—­particularly their mother—­to the greatest possible enjoyment of the day.

After a little discussion it was finally decided that they would go first to the Ferris Wheel, from which they would have a fine view of the whole extent of the White City.  “Then to the Wooded Island, where we will probably find enough to keep us busy until dinner time,” said Harold; “perhaps even longer.”

“No matter if it should,” said his grandfather; “since we are not hurried for time, we may as well let all get their fill of everything; and if some want to tarry longer than others we can break up into smaller parties.”

“Yes, sir, I rather think we will find that the better plan, as our party is so uncommonly large.”