Oh, what a good idee!  You could see that the Woman’s Buildin’ wuz full of beautiful, practical idees, from the ground floor to the very top; as you could see plain by this that the children wuz thought on and cared for, from the bottom to the top of this palace.  Some say that wimmen soarin’ out in art and business makes ’em hard and ontender; you can see that this is a plain falsehood jest by walkin’ once through the Woman’s Buildin’.

If ever wimmen soared out in art and business, and genius, and philanthropy, and education, and religion, she does here; and from the floor to the ruff is the highest signs of her tenderness for the children, and all weak and helpless ones.

Oh, what emotions I had in that buildin’, and of what a immense size!  Some of the time I got lost and by the side of myself, a-thinkin’ such deep and high thoughts about the World’s Fair, and wimmen, etc., and they wuz so fur-reachin’, too; it wuz a sight.

For I knew on that openin’ day, when the hammer struck that marvellous golden nail, and this world of treasures opened at the signal—­I knew that the echo of that blow wuzn’t a-goin’ to die out on Lake Michigan.  I knew that at its echo old Prejudice, and Custom, and Might wuz a-goin’ to skulk back and hide their hoary heads; and Young Progress, and Equality, and Right wuz a-goin’ to advance and take their places.

Stiflin’, encumberin’ veils wuz a-goin’ to fall from the sad eyes of the wimmen of the East.  Chains wuz a-goin’ to fall from the delicate wrists of the wimmen of the West.

I hailed that sound as helpin’ forward the era of Love, Peace, goodwill to men and wimmen.

Yes, it wuz a happy hour for her who was once Smith, when man, in the shape of President Cleveland, pressed the button with his thumb.  And woman, in the form of Bertha Honore Palmer, drove that nail home with a hammer.

Josiah thought it ort to been the other way.  He sez, “That men wuz so used to hammer and nails;” and he sez, and stuck to it, that, “No woman livin’ ever druv a nail home without splittin’ her own nail in the effort, and bendin’ the nail she driv sideways.”

But I sot him down in my mind as representin’ Old Prejudice, and I did not dain a reply to him.  Only I merely said—­

“Wall, she did drive the nail in straight, and she clinched it solid with the golden words of her address.”

Yes, Mrs. Palmer has stood up on a high mount durin’ the hard years past since the Fair wuz thought on.

She has stood up so high that she could see things hid from them on the ground.

She could see over the hull world, and could see that, like little children of one family, the nations wuz all havin’ their own separate work to do to help their Pa’s and Ma’s—­their Pa Progress, and Grandpa Civilization, and their Ma and Grandma Love and Humanity.

She could see that some of the children wuz dark complexioned, and some lighter, and some kinder yeller favored, and some wuz big, and some wuz small.