"And we shall see the Lord Mayor go past in state from the windows?"
"Yes," said the Writer; "but if what I believe is coming to pass, provided that the right time has come, and I think myself it has, we shall all see the sign that Lal promised us he would give, so long ago."
"The sign," echoed Ridgwell breathlessly; "I say, that's something like!"
"We shall see what we shall see, and as that is Chapter One of my story
I am going to take my departure."
After the Writer had left, Ridgwell turned to Christine.
"It's the jolliest afternoon we've had since Father and Mother left, isn't it, Chris?"
Christine nodded; she was considering many things.
CHAPTER VI
TWO DICK WHITTINGTONS
The streets of London were alive with an unwonted gaiety, and crowds of people waited patiently, and with an air of expectancy, to see the Lord Mayor of London pass in state on his way from the Mansion House to the Home for Children which he had built—about to be opened that day by his Majesty the King.