"Yours too, Cousin Arthur," she said with a smile; "also papa's, and he
has already given me the very same prescription."

"As I do, if I am consulted," said Harold, "and when three such physicians
agree, you surely will not venture to disregard their advice."

"No, indeed!" she returned, with her own sweet smile again, "nor would I,
if any of the three had given it. I do really feel the need of rest for
to-night, but hope you will all agree to let me go at least as far as the
Court of Honor to-morrow."

"That will depend upon how you are feeling in the morning," returned her
father, Violet adding: "And if you should have to stay here and rest for
a day or two you need not feel so very badly about it, Gracie, because our
time for remaining in and about the White City is not limited like that of
some less fortunate people."

"No, mamma, and that is something to be thankful for. Oh, I do think
myself a most fortunate girl," Grace said in reply, directing a look of
ardent affection toward her father as she spoke. The other young folks
were chatting together near by, principally of the beauties of the Fair,
and indulging in many a merry jest and much light laughter.

"The Court of Honor is, in my opinion, the most beautiful place in the
world," remarked Rosie; "at least the most beautiful I have ever seen or
can imagine; especially at night, when the magnificent MacMonnie's
fountain, and the electric fountains are all at play. What beautiful
rainbow-colored showers they send up! I never dreamed of anything so
lovely and can never weary of looking at them."