When I applied for an admission ticket at a window by the gate I told
the agent that I had something to exhibit.
"What is it?" he inquired.
"Well, here it is. Look at it."
When he craned his neck through the window and got a glimpse of my
bundle, he cried excitedly, "Oh! _you_ don't need a ticket,--come
right in."
When I inquired of the agent where such things as mine should be
exhibited, he said, "You see that building up on the hill with a big
flag on it? That's the Fine Arts Hall, and it's just the place for
your wonderful invention."
So I went up to the Fine Arts Hall and looked in, wondering if they
would allow wooden things in so fine a place.
I was met at the door by a dignified gentleman, who greeted me kindly
and said, "Young man, what have we got here?"
"Two clocks and a thermometer," I replied.
"Did you make these? They look wonderfully beautiful and novel and
must, I think, prove the most interesting feature of the fair."
"Where shall I place them?" I inquired.
"Just look around, young man, and choose the place you like best,
whether it is occupied or not.
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