“What a lesson!” said the old Quaker. “If all people would do that, how beautiful all the world would be!” “I think,” said Mr. Marlowe, “that I have found the most useful exhibit at the Fair.” “You still think that it is the Quaker City house?” said Grandfather Marlowe. “I do.” “And if I could only see the white-bordered flag floating over the Court of Honor,” said the Quaker, “I could show you the grandest sight on earth.” CHAPTER VII. THE FUNNIEST THING AT THE FAIR. The next day the sun rose glorious on the blue Lake and White City. Our trio went in the morning to visit Lincoln Park, but returned at noon, and took the Cottage Grove car for the Fair. They entered the grounds again by the way of the long avenue of the Plaisance, and there they found all the world at home again. They went to the Street in Cairo. As they passed in they noticed a young colored man and woman, who were talking so loudly as to attract attention. The young woman was gayly dressed indeed. Her hat was conspicuous even in the Street of Cairo. It was a kind of pyramid of feathers, flowers, and streamers. Her dress was as Oriental, and she evidently carried a very happy heart. The young man looked as happy; his face shone. An Oriental wedding procession was moving through the street, and in it an Asiatic lady was riding on a camel. How proud she looked, swaying to and fro, her body in graceful motion with that of the camel! “Wot is that?” asked the young colored woman of one of the guards. [Illustration: WATER TOWER.] “That is the ship of the desert.” “Does it make one sick to sail in dat dare ship?” “No, no; don’t you see how _she_ rides? That is a bridal party.” “I am a bride; _we_ is. That is wot we are,” said the young woman, happy hearted. The groom looked radiant. The flags were flying; the music was playing; the bazaars were all life and gayety. [Illustration: LINCOLN PARK.] The young colored woman looked enviously on the golden trappings of the procession, and said, with a shadow of despondency, “She outdoes me, she does. I’d like to ride on dat dare camel mysel’.” “You can do so,” said a listener. “Many people make their wedding tour through the Street of Cairo on the camel.” The young woman looked happy indeed. [Illustration: PARADE OF ACTORS AND ORIENTAL BAND ON STREET OF CAIRO.] [Illustration: DAMASCAN SWORDSMEN.] The procession with its gay music and trappings broke up at last, and the tall camel came to a place near the gate and knelt down on a mat in obedience to his keeper. “Who wants to make a wedding tour through the Street of Cairo?” shouted a manager. “I—I—I!” answered the young colored woman, her hat bobbing. A crowd gathered around the scene, a comical grin on every face. The camel lay meek, like a great bundle of bones on the mat. He stretched out his long neck and displayed a vicious-looking mouth. The young woman mounted the saddle, which was easy.