The Fountain of the Earth is in this court, and we like to watch the play of the water over the dome of the fountain.
In front of the Court of Flowers stands “The American Pioneer,” by Mr. Solon Borglum, which we like very much, because it looks like something out of our story books, which is not a very good reason, father says, because it is meant to show that these fine old men and women came first and made a way for us, and if they had not, we should have no beautiful Fair today.
This court is supposed to be the Court of Oriental Fairy Tales, but so far we have not met any one whom we know especially, except “Beauty and the Beast,” by Edgar Walters, and they do not seem quite in the right place.
Mr. Calder’s Flower Girls, with their garlands, make the place seem very gay and happy, but the real flowers were what we liked best, and we could sit for hours and hours in this beautiful spot, watching the big butterflies flitting over the pansy beds, and the bronze, ruby-throated humming-birds flashing like jewels escaped from the Tower.
This Fair makes us wonder why people do not make gardens prettier, and not live in houses as much as they now do.
We suppose it is because they cannot all live in California, where out-of-doors is nearly always nice.
Your loving cousins,
JANE AND ELLEN.
