in the Maraposa grove of red woods in California. The interior was
brilliantly lighted by means of incandescent lights, and a platform at the
top of the trunk was reached by an inside, winding stairway. The chamber
walls were covered with photographs showing the grove from which the tree
trunk was cut, and how it was conveyed to the Fair and set up.

There were besides eight alcoves in the rotunda, in which were many
articles, Colonial relics--such as the pipe which Miles Standish smoked,
the first Bible brought to this country, in 1620, the year of the landing
of the Pilgrims--a piece of the torch Putnam used when he entered the
wolf's cave, the fife of Benedict Arnold, and many another scarcely less
interesting.

"I think my two elder daughters have borne well the exertions of the day,"
the captain remarked, with a smiling glance at them, as again they stood
upon the deck of the _Dolphin_.

"Yes, father; thanks to your kind thoughtfulness in sending us so early to
bed last night," returned Lucilla, with a grateful, loving look up into
his face. "The longer I live the more thoroughly convinced I am that you
always know what is best for me."

"That is just my experience, Lu," laughed Violet, standing near, "and I'll
venture to assert that Grace can say the same."

"Indeed I can!" responded Grace heartily, "and it is a great satisfaction
to have one so wise, kind, and good almost always at hand to decide
doubtful questions for you."

"Tut! tut! I wonder if any other man was ever tried with so much gross