(Shouts again) [many voices]. “Three cheers for Washington!”

Gerry.

Who knows?

Benjamin Franklin.

Let us pray.

(They all kneel, and the orchestra strikes up “Yankee Doodle” as the curtain drops.)

CHAPTER VII.
“THE REFLECTIONS.” ... Shadows, shapes, and those who made them.

You are standing, sir, directly upon the equator.” Our country cousin jumped aside in terror; his face grew white, his knees trembled, his hair stood on end. It was our first visit to the Main Exhibition Building after its opening, and he had accompanied us.