your blundering. It was exactly like you to light a pipe and sit down to wait for the sun to rise in the west."
"It was exactly like me to find out the mistake, too. You never would have found it out. I find out all the mistakes."
You make them all, too, else your most valuable faculty would be wasted on you. But don't stop to quarrel, now,―maybe we are not too late yet."
But we were. The sun was well up when we got to the exhibition ground.
On our way up we met the crowd returning—men and women dressed in all sorts of queer costumes, and exhibiting all degrees of cold and wretchedness in their gaits and countenances. A dozen still remained on the ground when we reached there, huddled together about the scaffold with their backs to the bitter wind. They had their red guide-books open at the diagram of the view, and were painfully picking out the several