The next day brought a very pleasant surprise in the arrival among them of their cousin, Dr. Conly, with his wife and her brother, Sandy McAlpin.  The sight of her old physician, and Marian, of whom she was very fond, did much to restore Grace to her usual spirits, and all went together to view various interesting exhibits.

The first to which they gave their attention was that of the relics of the Cliff Dwellers.  It was in the southeastern part of the grounds, and was a reproduction of Battle Rock Mountain, Colorado.  As you neared it you seemed to see before you a cliff, for though built of timbers, iron, stone, staff, and boards, it wore the appearance of rock and earth.  There was a cavernous opening which had the effect of a canyon, and in niches high up were the dwellings, in miniature, of the ancient people who once lived among the tablelands of our southwestern territories; but portions of the real houses were shown in order to give a perfectly truthful impression to visitors; also there were relics of the old cliff dwellers shown, such as weapons wrought from bones, stone, and wood; pottery, and cloths and mattings woven from blades of the alfalfa plant.

There were to be seen also ledges of fallen rock with houses crushed beneath and other houses built over them.  Also winding paths led up the cliffs and through to the outer air, and up these our friends climbed to the summit, where they stood for a little enjoying the prospect now on this side, now on that.

“Papa,” asked little Elsie, “how long ago did people live in those houses so high up among the rocks?”

“Nobody knows just how long ago, my child,” he replied, “but probably hundreds of years before Columbus discovered America.”

The rest of the day was spent in the Midway Plaisance, a street three hundred feet wide, beginning at the rear of the Woman’s Building, extending about a mile in length, and so full of interesting sights that one might tarry there many hours, and go again day after day, without wearying of them, but always finding something by which to be greatly entertained.

“A good and most entertaining place for the study of mankind,” as Mr. Dinsmore remarked.

As they entered it the sound of the sweetly piercing music of a bagpipe smote upon their ears.  “Ah,” exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, “that sound is sweetly homelike to my ear.  Let us see, my friends, to what sight it summons us.”

“The Beauty Show, sir,” said Herbert.  “Probably you have all heard of it—­some thirty or forty belles collected from different parts of the world and dressed in their national costumes.”

They went in, passing the handsome Highlander playing the bagpipes at the door.  They found the women who were on exhibition ranged in pens around a large room.

“Beauties!” sniffed Rosie as she glanced about upon them, “there is scarcely one who I should have selected as such.”

“Hush, hush, Rosie!” said her mother warningly; “we do not know but some of them may understand English, and surely you would be sorry to hurt their feelings.”