in the auditorium of the Museum. Outside, the 
weather was gray, with a cold wind; inside, where 
many hundred children had come gaily trooping, 
there was a great sunshine of adventure and antici- 
pation of the journeyings they were to make into 
the jungleland of Africa—or was it into the Ameri- 
can wildernesses of our wild flowers or birds? Then 
he came in smiling, among the children, and many 
people both young and old whispered: ‘Mr. 
Choate,” with accents of reverence for his great 
name and exultation that they were in an audience 
of which he was to be a member. He was in one 
of his gayest moods, it seemed. He was holding 
a grandchild by each hand, and he was quite as 
filled with fun and anticipation of the pleasure ahead 
as were the children. After the lecture and after 
they had viewed some of the Museum exhibits, 
accompanying the head of the Department of 
Education of the Museum, one of the children said 
exultingly: “Are we not lucky to have grandpa for 
a grandpa!” She had quite the right point of view. 
And the American Museum could have said with 
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