"You are the first American boy I have met."
"I hope you will like me better than Mr. Lane. He is an American, but isn't much credit to the country."
The two boys reached Wall Street about ten minutes past ten. They turned the corner and entered the great financial artery of New York.
Soon they reached a broker's office, and went in.
Advised by John, Scott went up to a small window, behind which stood a clerk.
"I have some English notes which I would like to exchange for American money," he said.
"Hand them to me."
As he looked them over, the clerk's face showed surprise.
"I have just bought some," he said, "the numbers of which correspond very nearly with these."
Scott grew excited.