THE FERRIS WHEEL.
CHAPTER VI
The Midway Plaisance Visit continued — Lunch at Old Vienna — The Ferris Wheel — The Ice Railway — The Moorish Palace — The Animal Show.
For luncheon they turned into “Old Vienna,” passing a gorgeous guard in a canary-yellow medieval costume. They found a table under an arbor, and ordered a most unwholesome German lunch. At first Mr. Douglass had trouble in making out the German names of dishes on the bill of fare, and he asked Harry, the traveled member of the party, to read it for him. To his great admiration, the boy translated the items with readiness and accuracy.
“Why, Harry, you are thoroughly up in German eatables, at all events!” he exclaimed.
“It requires only a little careful attention,” said Harry, laughing; and, putting down the bill of fare, he showed Mr. Douglass that it had an English translation just opposite the German.
“That is certainly the best system for teaching foreign languages I have seen,” Mr. Douglass agreed. “I begin to understand it myself.”
After finishing what they could eat,—there was much that they were compelled to abandon,—they sat a few moments over their small cups of coffee, listening to a fine band that played airs from the opera “Carmen.”
“When we leave here,” said Harry, “suppose we go up in the Ferris Wheel? That gives a splendid view of the whole region, and several people have told me it is one of the best things in the Fair.”