out his little Elsie."

She looked up into his face with shining eyes. "We love each other, don't
we, papa?" she said with satisfaction. "Mamma too, and brothers and
sisters, and grandma, and--oh, all the folks."

"Where now?" asked Grandma Elsie as they left the Transportation Building.

"I want to show you the German castle," answered Harold. "It is here on
the Midway Plaisance, and is a reproduction of a castle of the middle
centuries. It is viewed by most people who have read of moat-surrounded
castles with great curiosity and interest."

"There is a German village connected with it, is there not?" she asked.

"There is, mamma, and I think you will all enjoy looking at both it and
the castle."

"Oh, I am sure we shall if it is a faithful reproduction of the old
castles of feudal times that we have read of!" exclaimed Rosie.

"It is said to be," returned Harold, "and is considered very curious and
interesting."

"Is there a moat about it, Uncle Harold?" asked Grace.

"Yes; and a drawbridge and portcullis."

"Oh, what is that?" asked little Elsie.

"A framework of timbers crossing each other, pointed on the lower edge
with iron and hung by chains in grooves in the chief gateway of the
castle, so that on the sudden appearance of an enemy it could be let down
to keep him out more quickly than the drawbridge could be raised to
prevent his crossing the moat, or the gates shut."

"And what is a moat?"

"A ditch or canal. But you shall see one presently, and a portcullis
also."

"Oh, I'm so glad we came here to the White City!" cried Elsie, skipping
along by her father's side; "it's so lovely and there are so many curious
things to see."

"Yes, it is a pleasant way of gaining knowledge; pleasanter than learning
lessons and reciting them to papa; is it not, daughter?" asked the
captain, smiling down into the bright little face.

"Yes, sir; but that's not a hard way, either, 'cause my papa is so kind,
and loves me and makes the lessons easy."

They soon reached the castle, crossed the moat by the drawbridge, passed
through the arched gateway, under the portcullis, the young folks, and
indeed the older ones also, gazing at it with much curiosity, and entered
a spacious hall, the walls of which were hung with bows and ancient
weapons, and armor such as was worn by warriors of feudal times.

From the hall was an entrance to a museum, where were shown many articles
interesting as having belonged to those old