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The Palace of Transportation.
There are so many fascinating ways to travel now that we wonder why anyone stays at home.
Father observed today that if we were to travel in other countries for the same length of time that this Fair is to be kept open, that we could not possibly learn so much about the manners and customs of the people as we can by seeing the Fair. He says it is a privilege to have seen it, because before we are grown up there will not be another, and children remember such things so much more vividly than grown-up people do.
Today we went to the Palace of Transportation. Even Alaska is there with some fine canoes and paddles, and models of steamships.
The Philippine Islands, Uncle Sam's little brown children of the seas, have sent an interesting means of transportation, in the shape of a water caribou and cart. The ox has immense horns which spread out on each side of his head, and measure about five feet in length. They must be heavy to carry.
Contrasting with that are the great engines of our own railroads, turning majestically on the turntables, which illustrate how men can handle such monsters.
There are aeroplanes and automobiles of the very latest models. Here again we were reminded that the ideas shown are all new ones, and we should think that Madame World would consider that her families are very bright children.
We went up on the deck of a big liner, and were quite fascinated with the dear little rooms, with the twin beds, and pink and blue cretonne furnishings.
We wrote a letter to mother on one of the dear little desks in the room we are going abroad in some day.
Some English cars are shown, and we did not think we should care for them, as one has to be really shut up in the compartment until it gets to the next station; and if you do not happen to own it all, some one whom you do not care about may be in there, and it seemed to us that it would be unpleasant.
We do not wish to appear unduly patriotic, but we have seen nothing as yet which convinces us that there is any place better than our own land.
But father says that every one feels that way, and of course it is very proper.
Your loving cousins,
Jane and Ellen.