Mr. Little looked for Scott from day to day, but three weeks passed and he heard nothing from him.
CHAPTER XXV. AT NIAGARA FALLS.
On his way back from Cleveland, Scott, having the necessary leisure, stopped a couple of days at Niagara Falls. He registered his name at the Clifton House, on the Canada side.
He lost no time in visiting the objects of interest connected with the falls, and at the close of the first day sat on the piazza, with the falls in sight.
A blond-bearded young man of perhaps twenty-five, evidently an Englishman, sat near by. He looked at Scott once or twice, as if tempted to speak, but a certain reticence characteristic of his countrymen appeared to prevent.
Scott observed this, and made a remark by way of opening a conversation.
"Yes," answered the young man, "you are right. The falls are grand. You Americans ought to be very proud of them."
"But," said Scott, smiling, "I am not an American."