"There hain't any wickedness a-goin' on to the Fair as I know of; it is a goin' to be full and overflowin' of object lessons a teachin' of the greatness and the glory of the Lord of Heaven, and the might and power of the human intellect.

Wonders of Heaven, and wonders of earth, and I don't see how they would be apt to ruin and break down anybody's morals a-contemplatin' 'em--not if they wuz sound when they begun.
"It seems to me it would make 'em have ten times the reverence they had before--reverence and awe and worshipful love for the One, the great and loving mind that had thought out all these marvels of beauty and grandeur and spread 'em out for His children's happiness and instruction." "Oh, yes," sez Miss Cork.

"On week days it is a exaltin' and upliftin' and dreadful religious sight; but on Sundays it is a crime to even think on it.

Sundays should be kep pure and holy and riz up, and I wouldn't have Cornelius desecrate himself and the Sabbath by goin' to the Fair not for a world full of gold." "Where would he go Sundays while he wuz in Chicago if he didn't go there ?" sez Arville.
She is real cuttin' sometimes, Arville is, but then Miss Cork loves to put on Arville, and twit her of her single state, and kinder act high-headed and throw Cornelius in her face, and act.
Sez Arville--"Where would Cornelius Jr.

go if he didn't go to the Fair ?" Cornelius Jr.