The odd procession traversed the Fair grounds to the east end of the Electricity building, and then returned to their respective shows.
It was now getting late in the afternoon and Uncle said, "Now, let us be taking our last looks."
"Papers, Mister? All about the Sunday Fair."
Uncle bought a paper and read the headlines:
"GATES REMAIN OPEN"
"Courts' Final Decision in Favor of Sunday Fair
Judges are Unanimous—Overrule Judgment
of United States Circuit Court"
"Court Room and Halls Crowded with People
Eager to Hear the Decision"
"The Chief Justice brushes away the Cobwebs of
sophistry and religious paternalism by which the
Sabbatarian sects sought to close the Gates
against the Millions"
"I didn't see no millions when I was here Sunday, did you, Sarah? And the grounds looked lots like a big grave yard, with some people sad like, a wandering through."
The sweat began to come on Uncle's face. His big bandanna was brought into play. "So they've opened it. Well, I don't know, I don't know. It kind of worries me somehow, as if they oughtn't a done it. But I don't understand all the law and the gospel. I surely didn't do no wrong when I thought seeing the Fair on Sunday was right, if it do disturb me like, just now. I thought our Savior meant seeing the Fair on Sunday when he said 'It is lawful to do well on the Sabbath day.' But when I see the beer tunnel full of people, and the furrin theayters a runnin', it didn't look lawful, and I wisht I was back to our old church a sittin' in the corner. Anyhow, I hope I didn't do any of it."