"Yes, you idiot, of course I can. But don't come if you're afraid."
Chris knew very well that such a suggestion would break down Walter's hesitation at once; and so it did. He followed his friend, and soon forgot all about the panorama in his delight at having improved so much since the morning in the management of his tricycle.
Suddenly a clock struck. One, two, three, FOUR.
"Chris, Chris, did you hear? It's four o'clock!" he cried.
"Well, what of that?" was the cool rejoinder.
"Get off at once, Chris. The panorama must be half over. Bother it all! and I did so want to see it."
Chris proceeded slowly and leisurely back to the starting-point, and got off his tricycle.
"How much?" he asked the man in charge.
"One and sixpence each, please."
"What a plague you are, Wat, to have come without any money," said Chris, as he paid the three shillings. "I didn't come to spend all my cash on you."