“I do not know.”
“We must ask Judge Bonney,” said Grandfather Marlowe.
When they asked this information, they were told that the White City was the product of the minds of an assembly of artists, each of whom promised to give up in his own work “anything that might interfere with the beauty of the whole.”
“What a lesson!” said the old Quaker. “If all people would do that, how beautiful all the world would be!”
“I think,” said Mr. Marlowe, “that I have found the most useful exhibit at the Fair.”
“You still think that it is the Quaker City house?” said Grandfather Marlowe.
“I do.”
“And if I could only see the white-bordered flag floating over the Court of Honor,” said the Quaker, “I could show you the grandest sight on earth.”