give a perfectly truthful
impression to visitors; also there were relics of the old cliff dwellers
shown, such as weapons wrought from bones, stone, and wood; pottery, and
cloths and mattings woven from blades of the alfalfa plant.

There were to be seen also ledges of fallen rock with houses crushed
beneath and other houses built over them. Also winding paths led up the
cliffs and through to the outer air, and up these our friends climbed to
the summit, where they stood for a little enjoying the prospect now on
this side, now on that.

"Papa," asked little Elsie, "how long ago did people live in those houses
so high up among the rocks?"

"Nobody knows just how long ago, my child," he replied, "but probably
hundreds of years before Columbus discovered America."

The rest of the day was spent in the Midway Plaisance, a street three
hundred feet wide, beginning at the rear of the Woman's Building,
extending about a mile in length, and so full of interesting sights that
one might tarry there many hours, and go again day after day, without
wearying of them, but always finding something by which to be greatly
entertained.

"A good and most entertaining place for the study of mankind," as Mr.
Dinsmore remarked.

As they entered it the sound of the sweetly piercing music of a bagpipe
smote upon their ears. "Ah," exclaimed Mr. Lilburn, "that sound is sweetly
homelike to my ear. Let us see, my friends, to what sight it summons us."

"The Beauty Show, sir," said Herbert. "Probably you have all heard of
it--some thirty or forty belles collected from different parts of the
world and dressed in their national costumes."

They went in, passing the handsome Highlander playing the bagpipes at the
door. They found the women who were on exhibition ranged in pens around a
large room.

"Beauties!" sniffed Rosie as she glanced about upon them, "there is
scarcely one who I should have selected as such."

"Hush, hush, Rosie!" said her mother warningly; "we do not know but some
of them may understand English, and surely you would be sorry to hurt
their feelings."

"Yes, I should indeed, mamma," she returned in a regretful tone, and they
passed out.

"That countryman of yours has much the handsomest face about that
establishment. Cousin Ronald," remarked Lucilla, with a smile, as they
proceeded on their way.

"I agree with you in that opinion, lassie," laughed the old gentleman,
"and I have no doubt that he would also, had he h