“Do they walk about when they are at home?” exclaimed Meg.
“Yes, in the queer clothes they wear in their own countries. There’s going to be an Esquimaux village.”
“With dogs and sledges?” cried Meg, lifting her head.
“Yes; and you know that place in Italy where the streets are made of water——”
“It’s Venice,” said Meg. “And they go about in boats called gondolas.”
“And the men who take them about are called gondoliers,” interrupted Robin. “And they have scarfs and red caps, and push their boats along with poles. There will be gondolas at the Fair, and people can get into them and go about the canals.”
“Just as they do in Venice?” Meg gasped.
“Just as they do in Venice. And it will be the same with all the other countries. It will be as if they were all brought there—Spanish places and Egyptian places and German places—and French and Italian and Irish and Scotch and English—and all the others.”
“To go there would be like travelling all over the world,” cried Meg.
“Yes,” said Rob, excitedly. “And all the trades will be there, and all the machines—and inventions—and pictures—and books—and statues—and scientific things—and wonderful things—and everything any one wants to learn about in all the world!”