“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.” [Illustration: “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. “But there are gymnasium things, and African weapons, all sorts of savage huts and costumes, Greek statues, and views, and bits of work from the prisons and reformatories, showing how boys are drilled and trained to work at trades. But, as usual, I didn’t think I could see everything, and so I looked at only a few special cases. One that I remember well showed all sorts of games and puzzles—chess, cards, checkers, halma, pachisi, Indian sticks for throwing like dice, the fifteen puzzle, ring puzzles, wire puzzles, all sorts. The chessmen were splendid. There was one Chinese set there, where the pieces stood on pedestals showing three balls carved one inside the other; and the pieces themselves were little mandarins and things, with faces, and beards, and all. There were enough games in the cases for a boy to learn a new one every day as long as he lived.” “Well?” asked Harry, as Philip paused. “You don’t want me to tell it all, do you?” Philip asked. “If you will,” said Harry. “My ears are the only things about me that are not tired; and I am resting the rest of me.” “All right,” said Philip; “I’m willing. I am so full of it, I could talk a week. But I remember now there was one place I went before the Anthropo Building, and that was to a real log cabin, with all the regular old-fashioned things in it; but never mind, I won’t go back to that, for I’ve a lot more to tell, and one thing I know you’ll like to hear about specially.