and every old-fangled one. Miss Plank hunted hard to
find sunthin' to make better pancakes than hern, but couldn't.

But it wuz a sight--a sight, the things we see there.

Wall, we spent the hull of the day here--never stepped our feet outside,
and didn't want to, or at least I didn't.

And as Night softly onrolled her mantilly, previous to drawin' it over
her face and goin' to sleep, we reluctantly turned our feet away from
this beautiful, sacred place, and went home on the cars. And didn't the
bed feel good? And didn't Sleep come like a sweet, consolin' friend and
lay her hand on my gray hair and weary fore-top jest as lovin' as Mother
Smith ust to, and murmur in my ear, jest as soft and low as Ma Smith
did, "Hush, my dear; lie still and slumber."

CHAPTER XI.

Wall, the next mornin'--such is the wonderful balm of onbroken sleep
that any one takes in onbeknown to themselves--we felt considerable
brisk.

And Josiah proposed that we should go and pay attention to the Buildin'
of Liberal Arts and Manafactures that day.

Havin' had my way the day before on goin' to the home and headquarters
of my sect first, I thought it wuzn't no more than right that my pardner
should have his way that day as to what buildin' we should pay attention
to, and he wanted to go to the biggest one next.

He said that, "When he wuz a-shearin' sheep he always wanted to tackle
the biggest one first, and he felt jest so about any hard job."

I kinder wanted to go to the Art Gallery that mornin'; first wimmen, and
then Art--them wuz my choices. But Love prevailed. And the feelin' that,
after seein' the display that wimmen had wrought, that mebby it wuz best
to go next to the largest house on the grounds, and the most liberal
one.

So we sot off, after a good breakfast.

We thought we would meander kinder slow that mornin', and examine things
closely. Truly we had been too much overcome by that first visit the day
before to take much notice of things in particular.

When that seen had bust onto us it wuz some like a blind man comin' to
his sight in the middle of a June day. He wouldn't pay any particular
attention to each separate glory that made up the seen--blue sky, green
fields, sunshine, white clouds, sparklin' waters, rustlin' trees, wavin'
grass, roses, green fields, and so forth and so forth.

No, it would all mingle in one dazzlin' picture before his astounded
eyeballs. So it had been with us, or with me, at any rate