Next day even worse. Fog greyer, and rain with it. Mud everywhere. Notice a practical German tourist with three umbrellas strapped on his knapsack. Wise man! He knows this climate, and also the advantage of a change of clothes, or of umbrellas. So useful to have a morning umbrella, an afternoon umbrella, and a sort of evening-dress umbrella to bring down to the table d'hôte. When tired of gazing at the mist, I read a three days old Times, preserved in the reading-room. Hullo! what is that sound? A piano-organ! Heavens! To think that I should have travelled hundreds of miles from London to hear the grinding of an organ while I read the Times in a fog! Why, in Kensington Gardens I could have done as much.
A First Impressionist.
Transcriber's Note:
Inconsistent spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.