UNION AND CHURCH BOOK SOCIETY.
762 BROADWAY.
1865.
No. 4. HOW LIKE IT IS!
HOW LIKE IT IS!
"I HOPE, aunt, that you did not mind my knocking up the house at twelve o'clock last night," said Eddy Burns, as he sat down one Monday morning to the breakfast which had been kept waiting for him nearly an hour.
"I own, my dear boy," replied Mrs. Burns, a gentle looking woman with silvery hair smoothly braided beneath the whitest of caps, "I must own that I should much rather have had you going with me to church, and spending Sunday evening quietly here, than wandering off I know not where, and never returning till midnight."
"Oh, if I were always living in London it would be different," cried Eddy, as he emptied the plate of grilled bacon; "but, you know, when I'm only up on a visit, I must see all that's to be seen, and make the most of my time. What a whirl I was in all last week! sights and shows of all kinds—amusement from morning till night—hither—thither—everywhere."
"Where were you yesterday, Eddy?" asked his aunt.