We walked through the wonderful campus of the University. My child had never seen a large school or university and, of course, it was exceedingly interesting to him and to me because he liked it. The flowers and trees in those beautiful grounds were manifold and everything was marked with both the common and botanical name. The observatory was another object which made his eyes look round with wonder. As I have told you before he was always very much interested in the stars.

Then a little way around the corner from us was Ravenna Park with its gigantic trees. One could almost believe these trees have stood there since the world was made and time began. The grove had been There was a ravine and

left in all its natural grandeur. a swiftly running stream. This grove of Giants is famous. The trees are named for noted characters and soldiers of Fortune and each tree so named had the printed name on its body. Nearly every man of political fame, great artists and musicians, all who come to Seattle always wish to visit this famous spot. I never went there but I wished Bryant could have visited that grove. I don't know as he could have written anything finer than "The groves were God's first temples," etc., but if he needed any inspiration he could have found it amid the vaults of Ravenna Park.

Then, too, just down the street a gorgeous "Alaska, Yukon, Pacific" exposition was being built. Never did a dream-city ever have a fairer setting. On the grounds

of the University you know and some of the buildings were permanently built and afterwards given to the school. A clever landscape gardener had so arranged the grounds that the view of Mt. Rainier was spectacular as you caught sight of it. The main avenue, with its cascades of white water in the center, ended at Lake Washington and above towered that white snowy mass. They may hew down the noble trees, take water power from Snoqualmie, remove Egypt's pyramids, but never, never can man remove that sightly mountain from Seattle's sky.

At the time we were there few of the exposition buildings had been completed. The administration building with its offices, etc., was completed, the Machinery Hall, and they were just working on the Agricultural Building. These were the only visits I made to this exposition. We were interested in the moulded designs of fruits, flowers, etc., which were lying on the ground ready to be placed on the agricultural building but like all artificial objects "distance lends enchantment to the view" and they must have looked much better in their proper places as high up as they could get them. Many, many men were running around like busy ants getting the grounds in shape. The cement basins and canals for the waterways were already built and it added to Boyd's later enjoyment of this wonderful exposition to have seen it then in its rude shape. To be allowed to go behind the scenes as it were. I don't suppose any exposition has ever surpassed

this one in its floral effects and landscape gardening, for they had more natural effects to begin with. While we were there we saw them plant many flowers and shrubs.

We were on the outskirts of the city so we often rambled out into the country. Boyd asked me one day why we did not go into the "inskirts" of Seattle, but I told him better not. We never went into a street-car all the time we were there.

As usual when we had become acquainted and were beginning to feel at home the time came to make another move. From my window I saw the dark sleuth go by and I realized I had not yet escaped from his patrol. You who say that I was over-anxious must remember the Seattle detectives were carrying my picture. Several had taken my photo from their pockets and said to Charley Gleason, "Here is her picture."

CHAPTER XVI.

STILL HIDING IN SEATTLE-SEATTLE AND MT. RAINIER.

The next time Mr. Gleason brought me out some letters I told him I thought we had better be moving on to pastures fresh and green, but he was very busy and said he could not come out again until Sunday which was several days ahead and in the meantime we must be as patient as possible. We were happy and comfortable, but of course we would have had a much more interesting time if we could have gone about a little.

There are so many fine trips to be taken around Seattle; both by land and by water. Puget Sound, "the inland sea," with its islands, its inlets, and its canals and bays. I don't wonder the Scandinavians flock to this country by the thousands for it must make them think of their own country. Puget Sound's bays and inlets are like their fjords only much more pronouncible.

I would like so much to have taken Boyd to Bremerton to see the warships and the navy yards. I would like so much to have taken the longer water trip to the quaint English city of Victoria. I had letters of introduction to many people of importance here. Retired