“Some money?”
“You’ve guessed right the first time.”
“You won’t want much. What do you wish to buy?”
“I can’t tell, papa, till I see what they have got to sell.”
“Here, then,” said Mr. Lindsay, placing two gold sovereigns in his daughter’s hand. “Mind and don’t spend it foolishly.”
“Did you ever know me spend money foolishly, papa?”
“Well, perhaps I had better not express myself on that point. Good-by for a few hours.”
Mr. Lindsay went out, and Maud and Harry soon followed. They walked along Collins Street, looking about them with eager interest. They met German, English, French, Chinese; in fact, types of nearly all nationalities. This seemed more strange to Maud than to Harry, for in New York the latter had been accustomed to see a mingling scarcely less great of heterogeneous elements. But in London, or, at any rate, in those parts with which Maud was familiar, there was far less diversity.
“I like this,” said Maud, with satisfaction. “Everything looks so new and strange. It’s ever so much better fun than being in London. Besides, if I were in London, instead of having you to walk about with me, I should have a stiff old governess calling out every moment, ‘You should be more particular about your deportment, Miss Maud.’ Now I know you won’t say anything about my deportment.”