“Yes, but they were fine. So, seeing signs telling people to go up into the gallery where shoes were being made, I went up. I heard machines making a racket, but all I saw was the backs of the other people who got there first.”
“I know,” said Harry; “I made a sketch of one of those very exhibits.”
“Now, where did I go next? Let me see the map—it’s there by you.”
“DON’T FAIL TO SEE
THIS EXHIBIT.”
Harry passed over the little plan of the grounds, and Philip examined it a moment. Then he went on:
“I see now. I meant to go into the Forestry Building, but on the way I caught sight of some things in the Anthro—”
“—Thropo-pop-o-ological,” interrupted Harry. “It’s a nice word to say when you’re in a hurry.”
“Yes,” Philip replied, “that was it; so I went in there. And I tell you, you mustn’t miss that. It’s fine. It has everything in it.”
“So they all have,” said Harry, hopelessly.