And the great dome of the Administration Building looked grandly beautiful with its line of flaming torches about its base, its triumphal arches of glittering fire above, and the golden crown sparkling on its summit.  Great search-lights were flaming out from the ends of the Main Building, making visible the lovely seated Liberty in the MacMonnie’s fountain which was foaming and rustling; and suddenly the two electric fountains sent up tall columns of water which changed from white to yellow, from that to purple, then to crimson, and from that to emerald green.

“Oh, it is just too beautiful!” exclaimed Rosie, “too lovely for anything.  I feel as if I could never weary of gazing upon it.”

“No, nor I,” murmured Evelyn in low, moved tones.  “I never imagined anything so grandly beautiful!”

“No, nor did I; and yet it cannot be anything to compare to heaven,” said Grandma Elsie; “’for eye hath not seen nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man the things which God hath prepared for them that love him!’”

They sat for some time gazing upon the enchanting scene, then rose, and still keeping together, wandered on till they reached the wooded island.

The scene there was lovelier than in the daylight.  Little glass cups of various colors held tiny lights of wick in oil, giving a charming appearance to the scene, and there were thousands of visitors moving here and there among them.

So did our party from the Dolphin, for a half hour or more; then they returned to Midway Plaisance, and finding that the moon had risen, sought the Ferris Wheel, and ascending in it had a beautiful view of the White City, the lake beyond, and the surrounding country.  They made the circuit several times, then leaving the wheel, wandered slowly through the fairylike scene that lay between them and the Peristyle, where the young men who lodged on shore bade good-night and the others entered their waiting boat and returned for the night to their floating home.  All were weary with the day’s sight-seeing and soon retired to their state-rooms; but Lucilla, noticing that her father had remained on deck, hastened back again for the bit of private chat with him of which she was so fond, yet in these days could so seldom get.  He welcomed her with a smile, and drawing her into his arms added a tender caress.

“And what has my little girl, my dear eldest daughter, to say to her father to-night?” he asked.

“Oh, not very much of anything, papa,” she replied, “but I’m hungry for a little petting and a chance to hug and kiss my dear father; without anybody by to criticise,” she concluded, with a low, happy laugh.

“Very well, my darling, you have my full permission to do all you care to in that line,” he said, patting her cheek and pressing his lips to it again and again.  “I haven’t lost the first place in my little girl’s heart yet?”

“No, indeed, papa; and you need not have the least bit of fear that you ever will.”