e it,
and she did.

But then, if you'll believe it, jest like any spilte young child that
cries for another big apple when both its hands are full of 'em--it
hadn't no place for it.

It had got the World's Fair, but hadn't got any place to put it. The
idee!

Jest crazy to have it, cried and yelled, and acted, (metafor) till it
got it. And then, lo! and behold! where wuz she goin' to put it? Hadn't
a place big enough, or ready for it.

Of course she had the lake. But she didn't want to drownd it, after
makin' such a fuss over it; it wouldn't have seemed very horsepitable.
And she didn't really want to put it out onto a prairie. And she
couldn't put it right round under her feet, where it would git trampled
on, and git bruised, and knocked round; that wouldn't be a-usin'
Christopher Columbus as he ort to be used.

And, as I say, she wuz honorable enough to not want to put it in the
lake.

And so, after worryin' and takin' on, and talkin' month after month
about it, she concluded to split the Christopher Columbus World's Fair
into some like this--put the Christopher part on a stagin' built out
into the lake, and the Columbus part back a ways into the park.

Wall, I didn't make no objections to it; I thought I wouldn't say a word
or make a move to break it up, or make their burdens any heavier. No; I
jest stood still and see it go on.

Only I did talk some out to one side to my Josiah about it, about the
curiosity of their behavior.

Sez I, "It seems as if, after what Columbus done for the country, he ort
to be kep hull, and not be broke into, and split apart. But howsumever,"
sez I, "I sha'n't make any move to stop it."

And Josiah sez "he guessed it wouldn't make much difference whether I
made a move or not. He guessed Chicago could take care of its own
business, and would do it."

I wuz a-pinnin' the outside onto a comforter, and I had a lot of pins in
my mouth, but before I put 'em in I sez--

"Wall, it looks kind o' shiftless to me, to think they hadn't no place
to put it, after all their actions."

And as I resoomed my work, he went on:

"Now, you imagine how you would feel, Samantha Allen, if you had bought
a big elephant, bigger than Jumbo, and you knew it wuz on its way here,
approachin' nearer and nearer--had got as fur as Old Bobbet's, and we
hadn't a place to put it in that wuz suitable and strong enough--we
couldn't git her head hardly in the stable, we couldn't leave her out
doors to rampag