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`` It 's very glad I am that I struck you , '' said Louis , `` for my dad got killed cause he stuck by his engine and I have to help the folks so much that I could n't get into the Fair only by scheming somehow , and I might not hit the combination . '' Fanny and Johnny , still bewildered over their adventures , now took a cable car and in a little while were telling their astonished grandparents about their day 's experiences and Fanny 's wonderful escape from the confidence man . Uncle could not remember Mr. Blair , but it was a good occasion for one of his impressive lectures on the providence of God . It was an evening for the electric display at the grounds and at eight o'clock they were seated near the statue of the Republic on the south side of the basin waiting to see the crowning achievement of modern intellect . No wonder that the papers of the next morning spoke of the `` White City in a blaze of glory , '' and that `` thousands viewed the sight , entranced with the marvelous exhibition . '' It was a sight to inspire the writers of the day , and of all the descriptions that Fanny culled none were more appropriate for recalling the memories of what she saw , and to record what she had experienced , than the reportorial sketches of this night . The hour approached for the most wonderful illumination since God said : `` Let there be light . ''