“If I wanted to make money at this Fair,” he said, “I would put on sale a patent back-rest and double-back-action support; and after the Fair it could be sold to farmers for weeding.” Harry made the round trip, and got off nearly where he started. He did not wish to go back to the hotel, but he could not really enjoy anything more, though so long as he could walk he wanted to see, see, see. Nor was it all seeing; a blind man would have enjoyed that day, so many funny remarks were made, so much music was in the air. Bands played, wheels whirled, people chatted, laughed, and exclaimed. Everybody seemed happy, perhaps because with all the sight-seeing there went plenty of enjoyable exercise in the clear, bracing September air. As for Harry, he returned to the hotel healthily weary, but not exhausted. [Illustration: THE CARAVEL “NIÑA.”] [Illustration: “CHOLLY” SPEECHLESS.] CHAPTER IV _Harry Returns to the Hotel_ — _Philip Tells of his Blunder_ — _The Anthropological Building_ — _The Log Cabin_ — _The Alaskan Village_ — _The old Whaling-Ship “Progress”_ — _A Sleepy Audience_ — _Plans._ [Illustration: “A SPLENDID MEAT SUPPER FOR 25 CENTS!”] Harry’s route to his hotel lay through the usual throng of men whose one object in life was to make people buy “a splendid meat supper for twenty-five cents!” His legs felt like stilts, and he walked only because he had become so used to it that he could not stop. As it was still an hour or two before their usual dinner-time, Harry went up to his room, intending to lie down for a while. When he asked at the counter for the key, the clerk told him that his friend “with the eye-glasses” was already in their room. Harry found Philip lying on the bed, tired but looking contented. “Why, you’re home early,” said Harry, in surprise. “I thought you were going to spend the whole day in the Art Gallery.” “So I was,” said Philip, rising to make room for the later arrival. “I started for there. Where have you been?” “Oh, to the Government Building, the man-of-war, the convent, the caravels—and a lot more,” said Harry, as he flung himself upon the bed, first having made himself comfortable by removing his jacket and shoes. “Did you like it?” “Like it? Of course I liked it, old slowcoach! But it’s too much like being invited to two Thanksgiving dinners—enough is better than two feasts.” “What did you see?” asked Philip. “See here, Phil,” said Harry, smiling mischievously; “do you think I am unable to take a view through a millstone with a hole in it? You needn’t think you can put me off by asking questions. What I want to know is why you didn’t get to the Art Building. It’s not small, you know; you could hardly have passed it without noticing it. Come, out with it, young fellow.”