"Another thought: Nature works all the Sabbath day. Flowers bloom, their sweet perfume wafts abroad, bees gather the honey from their fragrant blossoms, the dews fall, the clouds sail on, the sun lights and warms the World, the grass grows, the grain ripens, the fruit gathers the sunshine in its golden and rosy globes, the birds sing, the trees rustle, the wind blows, the stars rise and set, the tide comes in and goes out, the waves wash the beach, and carries the great ships to their havens--in fact, Nature keeps her World's Fair open every day of the week just alike." "Yes," sez Miss Eben Sanders--she is always on the side of the last speaker--she hain't to be depended on, in argument. But she speaks quite well, and is a middlin' good woman, and kind-hearted. Sez she-- "Look at the poor people who work hard all the week and who can't spend the time week days to go to this immense educational school. "Them who have to work hard and steady every working day to keep bread in the hands of their families, to keep starvation away from themselves and children--clerks, seamstresses, mechanics, milliners, typewriters, workers in factories, and shops, etc., etc., etc., etc., etc. "Children of toil, who bend their weary frames over their toilsome, oncongenial labor all the week, with the wolves of Cold and Hunger a-prowlin' round 'em, ready to devour them and their children if they stop their labor for one day out of the six-- "Think what it would be for these tired-out, beauty-starved white slaves to have one day out of the seven to feast their eyes and their hungry souls on the _best_ of the World. "What an outlook it would give their work-blinded eyes! What a blessed change it would make in all their dull, narrow, cramped lives! While their hands wuz full of work, their quickened fancy would live over again the too brief hours they spent in communion with the World's best--the gathered beauty and greatness and glory of the earth. Whatever their toil and weariness, they _had_ lived for a few hours, their eyes _had_ beheld the glory of God in His works." Miss Cork yawned very deep here, and Miss Sanders blushed and stopped. They hain't on speakin' terms. Caused by hens. And then Miss Cork sez severely--a not noticin' Miss Sanders speech at all, but a-goin' back to Arvilly's--she loves to dispute with her, she loves to dearly-- "You forgot to mention when you wuz talkin' about Sabbath work connected with church-goin' that it wuz to worship God, and it wuz therefore right--no matter how wearisome it wuz, it wuz perfectly right." "Wall, I d'no," sez Arvilly--"I d'no but what some of the beautiful pictures and wonderful works of Art and Nature that will be exhibited at the World's Fair would be as upliftin' and inspirin' to me as some of the sermons I hear Sundays. Specially when Brother Ridley gits to talkin' on the Jews, and the old Egyptians.