Why, there is one baby's cradle worth thirty-one thousand dollars, and a vase at twenty thousand, and a parasol at two thousand five hundred, and other things accordin'—the idee!
The Gobelin tapestries that are loaned by the French Goverment are absolutely priceless.
Austria's big pavilion has her double eagles reared up over it; it stands up sixty-five feet high, and is full of splendor.
Bohemian glass in every form and shape bein' one of its best exhibits, and terry-cotty figgers, and beautiful gifts of Honor loaned by the Emperor, and etc.
And you can tell the Russian pavilion as fur as you can see it by its dark, strong architecture.
Along the outer court runs a long platform ornamented with urns and vases of hewn marble and other hard stuns, from the exile mines of Siberia.
I wondered how many tears had wet the stuns as they wuz hewn out.
But, howsumever, the Russians did well; their enamel in this exhibit is the best shown anywhere. They are dretful costly, but not any too much for the value of 'em. They don't want to cheat America, the Russians don't—they remember the past.
One giant punch-bowl of gilt enamel is claimed to be the finest thing of the kind ever done in the Empire.