Why, the Widder Albert herself gin Mr.Hunt, the architect, a ticket, she was so tickled with his work.
The dome on top of it is the biggest dome in the world, with the exception of St.Peter's in Rome.

And it seemed to me, as I looked up at the dome, that Peter might have got along with one no bigger than this.
Howsumever, it hain't for me to scrimp anybody in domes.

But this wuz truly enormious.
But none too big, mebby, for the nub on top of the gate of the World's Fair.

That needs to be mighty in size, and of pure gold, to correspond with what is on the inside of the gate.
But never wuz there such a gorgeous gate-way before, unless it wuz the gate-way of Paradise.
Why, as you stood inside of that dome and looked way up, up, up towards the top, your feelin's soared to that extent that it almost took you offen your feet.
Noble pictures and statutes you see here, too.

Some on 'em struck tremendious hard blows onto my appreciation, and onto my head also.
And a-lookin' on 'em made me feel well, dretful well, to see how much my sect wuz thought on in stun, and canvas, and such.
There wuz Diligence, a good-lookin' woman, workin' jest as she always has, and is willin' to; there she sot a-spinnin' and a-bringin' up her children as good as she knew how.
Mebby she wuz a-teachin' a Sunday-school lesson to the boy that stood by her.
He had his arms full of ripe fruit and grapes.