The London cabs meet the impatient stranger’s wants at once, and the boys were soon rattling in them about the city, out of the quarter of stately houses into the gay streets of trade, which seemed to them indeed like a great world’s fair.
WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
“This is Pall Mall [Pell Mell],” said Frank to Tommy, as their cab rounded a corner.
“It seems to be all pell mell here,” said Tommy. “Had the poet been to London when he wrote,—
“‘Oh, then and there was hurrying to and fro’?
But this street has a more quiet look. What splendid houses!”
“Those,” said Frank, “are the houses of the famous London Clubs.”
The first visit that the boys made was to that time-honored pile of magnificence into which kings and queens for centuries have gone to be crowned and been carried to be buried,—Westminster Abbey.