beauties and
the never wearying view it afforded of the lake on the one side, and the
Court of Honor on the other, then at the earnest solicitation of the
little ones they again entered an electric launch and glided swiftly along
the quiet waters of the lagoon.

"Let us go to the Transportation Building," proposed Rosie as they landed
again. "I want to see that golden doorway, and have not the least
objection to passing through it and examining things inside."

"As no one else has, I presume," said her grandfather. "No doubt we shall
find a great deal there worthy of examination."

"Yes, sir; much more than we can attend to in one visit," replied Harold,
leading the way, as everyone seemed well pleased to carry out Rosie's
suggestion.

They had heard and read of the beautiful golden doorway and viewed it with
interest and satisfaction.

"It is very, very beautiful," said Grandma Elsie, "a nest of arches
covered with silver and gold."

"And that border is lovely, lovely!" exclaimed Rosie; "such delicate
tracery!"

"Papa, is it solid gold?" asked little Elsie, who was clinging to her
father's hand on one side, while Ned had fast hold of the other.

"No, daughter," the captain replied, "not solid, though there is a good
deal of both gold and silver covering the other and cheaper materials."
Then he called her attention to a relief on the left side of the arch,
showing an ox-cart with its clumsy wheels dragging slowly along through
heavy sand, the travellers in it looking most uncomfortable.

"That, children," he said, "is the way people used to travel years ago
when I was a little fellow, such as you are now, Neddie boy; and
this"--going to the other side of the arch and pointing to the contrasting
relief--"shows how we travel now. See, it is a section of a palace-car;
some of the people reading, others gazing from its plate-glass windows,
and a porter serving them with luncheon."

"Yes, papa; that's the way we travel when we don't go in the _Dolphin_ or
in our carriage, and it's a great deal nicer than that ox-cart," said
Elsie.

"Oh, papa, there are some words up there!" exclaimed Ned, pointing up to a
higher part of the arch. "Please read them."

"I will, son," replied the captain, "though I think you are hardly old
enough to fully understand them. This"--pointing it out--"was written by
Macaulay, of whom you will learn more when you are older: 'Of all
inventions, the alphabet and the printing-press alon