"How was it? How was it?" asked all the women who had been looking on and marveling.
"I'll tell you," said the young man. "The past and present are both a little cloudy, but the future is all that any one could ask."
Then he started away, keeping a sharp lookout for a fat man who seemed to be rich.
At the end of the street is the Temple of Luxor, where the curious pass under the deity-covered portal, and gaze upon the reproduced wonders of ancient Egypt. They bend over withered mummies of kings dead 5,000 years ago, and listen to music that has not been played for ages.
Near here is the passage way outside, and, as Fanny came out with her ears ringing with the strange jargon that everywhere met her, she was at once relaxed from the tension of sights and sounds she had just been in by seeing two country people rush together just before her. One said:
"Well, what in the world are you doin' here?"
"I swan, is that you? What are you doin' here?"
"Oh-h-h, we had to see the Fair, couldn't miss it, you know, not if it took a leg."
"That's right, that's right. Bring your folks?"