"Then if no one objects, that is where we will go," said Harold, and as
the only rejoinders from the other members of the party were those of
assent, he led the way.

"Is it a very expensive entertainment?" asked Walter soberly.

"Costs all of ten cents apiece," replied Herbert. "An enormous sum, but
one cannot expect to see Old Abe, General Grant, Jim Blaine, and Grover
Cleveland for just nothing at all."

"Oh, uncle!" cried little Elsie, "are all those great men there? Oh, no,
of course they can't be--'cause some of them are dead. I know it was dear,
good Mr. Lincoln they called Old Abe, and that a wicked man shot him long,
long ago; and that General Grant was sick and died."

"That is all true," returned her uncle, "but these fellows still wear
their feathers, and are very much alive."

"Oh, I know now," laughed the little girl. "You mean the ostrich man has
named some of his birds after those famous men." They were now on the
northern side of Midway Plaisance, and presently reached the enclosure
where the ostriches were. There were twenty-three, full-grown, all from
California. The sight was an interesting one to both the grown people and
the children, and all listened attentively to the remarks of the
exhibitor, delivered in solemn tones, in regard to the habits of the
birds. He spoke of the male bird as most kind and self-forgetful in his
treatment of his mate, or mates, saying it was he who built the nest and
obtained the food; also that he would sit on the eggs in the nest for
sixteen hours at a stretch, while the mother did the same for only eight
hours. He had other things also to tell of the domineering of the female