hich he said were thrown
in with the car for anyone who hired it, if desired.

I was as pleased as Punch. As Caro Pitchley said when she was engaged,
I felt I was "going to have _the_ time of my life." And it _was_ fun. I
shall never forget that day of mine in Chicago with Mr. Brett, if I
live to be a hundred.

The only sight I did not want to see was the poor pigs walking into a
trough wagging their tails and coming out of another one eventually as
a string of sausages or something. But we didn't miss any of the other
sights, and there were enough to last us from morning till evening
without stopping once. We bowled along wide boulevards, and saw Lincoln
Park, and the Midway and Jackson Park. We had things to eat on the lake
shore near a pier, and afterwards we had ice cream in the old German
Building of the World's Fair. There were some beautiful lagoons, and
Mr. Brett rowed me about in a boat. I should have liked to stop there
for hours, but there were too many other things to do. We had to see
Sans Souci, a sort of Chicago Coney Island, which was a tremendous
lark, with Helter Skelters, and Air Ships, and a Laughing Gallery and a
trip to Hades. I wouldn't miss anything, and Mr. Brett must have found
me a handful, I'm afraid, though I do think he enjoyed it almost as
much as I did. Usually he is rather grave, but before half the day was
gone he was like a boy. We talked together as if we had been friends
for years and told each other anecdotes of our past lives. He didn't
care about talking of himself, but I made him by asking questions, and
refusing to tell things about myself unless he would. I found it a
great deal more interesting to listen to such stories than to hear
about the history of Chicago, and he has had the most extraordinarily
interesting life. His mother died when he was a little boy, and he had
a horrid stepmother who was so cruel that he ran away from home and had
all sorts of adventures at the age when the boys I know at home would
be just beginning to look forward to Eton. I had to draw the details
from him, and I felt so sorry for all the poor fellow had gone through
that I longed with my whole heart to do something to make up to him for
his past hardships. But I haven't thought of anything yet that a girl
could do, which would be really useful.

The best fun of all was the Chinese restaurant where we had dinner.
It's in a queer street where there are some famous pawn shops, it
seems, and I wa