"Yes," said her father. "Many people, many of the great and wealthy, went
to see the brave girl who had thus risked her own life to save others, and
they heaped upon her money and valuable presents; so that she was no
longer poor. But she did not live long to enjoy the good things bestowed
upon her. She died of consumption about four years after her famous
adventure."

"What a pity, papa! wasn't it?"

"For those who loved her, yes; but not for her, if she was ready for
heaven. Do you think it was?"

"No, sir, 'cause it is the happy land where Jesus is, and nobody is ever
sick or sorry or in pain. But I don't want to go there yet; I'd rather
stay a good while longer here with you and mamma."

"I want you to, darling, if such be God's will," he returned low and
tenderly, bending down to press a fatherly kiss on her round, rosy cheek.
"Your father would hardly know how to do without 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."