"Your boy is all right, Mrs. Dale, if you jump in quick we'll overtake him; allow me, Miss Crew."
"Thank heaven," said his mother fervently, "tell the man to go as quick as he can through this crowd; there he is, the young scamp, waving to us, there, on ahead, a pair of light greys."
"And here we are, and your boy of the period waiting to welcome us."
"Welcome to the Queen City," he said, pulling off his skull cap.
"You frightened your mother, my boy; see that you don't repeat this; remember she is nervous."
"Glad I ain't a woman, they are all nerves and bustles; here, give us a kiss, mamma, I only wanted to show you I aint a baby."
"There! there! that will do, my bonnet! my bangs! such a bustle as I've been in about you, I wish you were in long clothes."
"Then I'd have to wear a bustle too!"
"Ella you look tired, we had best let them show us our rooms at once; Buckingham, we shall have some dinner together, I hope."
"Yes, I shall meet you here, and go in with you."