tell us if this looks like the real Lapland village, Harold!"
asked Walter.

"I am told it does," replied his brother; "that it is as nearly as
possible a reproduction of one, though of course it is not very large,
there being but twenty-four Laplanders here."

"What do they eat, papa?" asked little Elsie.

"Fish and reindeer meat, and cheese made of the milk. The reindeer is
their most valuable possession: its skin is used for clothing, the fur is
woven into cloth, they drink the milk, and use the bones in the making of
their sledges. They live entirely on such food during their winters, which
are nine months long."

"And their summer only three months," said Evelyn, "I shouldn't like
that."

"No, nor should I," said Herbert. "I think it must be by far the most
enjoyable part of the year, for it is usually spent at the seashore."

"Are they heathen folks, papa?" asked Elsie.

"Most of them are Lutherans," he answered. "Now let us go to the reindeer
park." They did so, found nine of the gentle creatures there, saw them get
a bath of Lake Michigan water from a hose-pipe, which they were told was
given them three times daily. Then they were harnessed to their sledges
and driven around the park, just as they are driven in their own country.
After that they ran races, then they were fed and milked.

The children had been deeply interested in the gentle reindeer and seemed
almost loath to leave them when the performance was over. But those with
which they were most delighted were three baby ones, two born on the way
over to this country, and one shortly after they reached Chicago, and
which was named Columbia.

"Now where shall we go next?" asked Rosie.

"Suppose we try the diving exhibit," said Walter. "It is something I
should like to see." They found it on the south side of Midway Plaisance
in a small building surrounding a huge tank of water. On the balcony of
its second story stood a man turning a force-pump, which seemed to attract
a good deal of attention from the passers-by.

Each visitor paid ten cents at the door, then passed up a rude stairway by
which he reached the surface of the water. There a lecturer was seated,
who explained how the air was made to enter the diver's armor, and how to
leave it. Then people were invited to throw small coins into the water.
Captain Raymond put a bright dime into the hand of each of his younger
children and they gleefully tossed them in. The diver was in the bubbling