scatter--as they probably will by that time--I want
you to go to your bed and try to get a good, long night's sleep. I must
take good care of my feeble, delicate little girl that she may gain, and
not lose, by this trip to the North and visit to the World's Fair."

He took her in his arms as he spoke, carried her to the deck and deposited
her in a vacant lounging chair, then seated himself by her side and took
Neddie on his knee.

Violet was on her husband's other side, and Dr. Conly and his Marian near
at hand on the farther side of Grace.

"You are looking weary, little cousin," he remarked, giving her a
searching look; "so weary that were I asked for a prescription it should
be an early retirement to your berth, to be followed by a long night's
rest. However, I suppose you are Harold's patient now."

"Yours too, Cousin Arthur," she said with a smile; "also papa's, and he
has already given me the very same prescription."

"As I do, if I am consulted," said Harold, "and when three such physicians
agree, you surely will not venture to disregard their advice."

"No, indeed!" she returned, with her own sweet smile again, "nor would I,
if any of the three had given it. I do really feel the need of rest for
to-night, but hope you will all agree to let me go at least as far as the
Court of Honor to-morrow."

"That will depend upon how you are feeling in the morning," returned her
father, Violet adding: "And if you should have to stay here and rest for
a day or two you need not feel so very badly about it, Gracie, because our
time for remaining in and about the White City is not limited like that of
some less fortunate people."

"No, mamma, and that is something to be thankful for. Oh, I do think
myself a most fortunate girl," Grace said in reply, directing a look of
ardent affection toward her father as she spoke. The other young folks
were chatting together near by, principally of the beauties of the Fair,
and indulging in many a merry jest and much light laughter.

"The Court of Honor is, in my opinion, the most beautiful place in the
world," remarked Rosie; "at least the most beautiful I have ever seen or
can imagine; especially at night, when the magnificent MacMonnie's
fountain, and the electric fountains are all at play. What beautiful
rainbow-colored showers they send up! I never dreamed of anything so
lovely and can never weary of looking at them."

"Nor have I," said Croly. "I move that we all go over the