water, they could not see him, but presently, through a telephone, he gave
the dates on the coins. Then he came up to the surface of the water
carrying a dummy that looked like a drowned man and let the visitors see
him in his armor.

"He looks just like that picture of him that we saw outside," remarked
little Elsie. "Ugh! I don't think I should ever be willing to wear such
clothes."

"Armor!" corrected her mother in a mirthful tone. "No, dear, I should not
want to see you dressed in that style, unless to save you from drowning."

But just then Mr. Dinsmore rose and led the way down another rough pine
staircase, the others following.

Reaching the lower story they found a great many peep-holes through which
they could look in upon the water of the tank. To each of these holes the
diver came in turn, holding up a card on which was printed a farewell
compliment. His hands looked shrivelled and soaked, and Grace and the
other young girls afterward expressed sincere pity for him, saying they
thought his life must be a hard one.

On leaving the diving exhibit they went to the Fisheries Building, which
they found very beautiful. In its east pavilion was a double row of
grottoed and illuminated aquaria containing the strangest inhabitants of
the deep. Here they saw bluefish, sharks, catfish, bill-fish, goldfish,
rays, trout, eels, sturgeon, anemones, the king-crab, burr-fish,
flounders, toad-fish, and many other beautiful or remarkable inhabitants
of the great deep; and the illuminated and decorated aquaria showed them
to great advantage. It was said that nothing so beautiful had hitherto
been seen west of London.

The surface of the water in the aquaria was many feet above the heads of
even the gentlemen of the party, but there were nearly six hundred feet of
glass front, so that everybody could have a good view of the strange and
beautiful creatures within. They all watched them for some time with
curiosity and interest, the little folks questioning their papa about one
and another variety, new to them, but old acquaintances to one who had
spent many years upon the sea.

"Papa," said Elsie, "there is one that looks a good deal like a flower. Is
it a live thing? What is its name?"

"That is what is called the sea anemone," he replied. "It is not a flower
though, but an animal. It is said to have been called by the name of that
flower about a hundred years ago, by a celebrated investigator in the
department of natu