hose of his Californian
companion. Provided it was the kind of life he wanted to see, it was
money well spent.

Then he went off to Windsor, and there, at the village inn, dined with
Her Majesty's _chef_ and the keeper of the jewel-room. Again it was
probably the visitor from across the seas who gave the dinner, as a
result of which he was permitted to visit the royal kitchen, and see the
roasts turning on the spits.

"I saw Prince Albert and the Prince of Wales that morning shooting
pheasants alongside of the Windsor Long Walk, and stood within a few
yards of them. I feel sure we ate, that day, the pheasants that had been
shot by Prince Albert." Doesn't it read like a bit of Thackeray--say
from the paper in "The Book of Snobs" on "The Court Circular" with its
references to the shooting methods of a certain German Prince-Consort?

"A tiny bit of orange peel,
The butt of a cigar,
Once trod on by a Princely heel,
How beautiful they are!"

Having exhausted England the young discoverer travelled to Paris and
thence to Florence. There are believed to be a few art galleries in
Florence and some monuments of historical interest. But about these
Lochinvar did not disturb his head greatly. Instead he discovered a
cook--"I paid the fellow twenty-four Pauls a day"--whose manner of
roasting a turkey was most extraordinary. He cultivated the English
doctor of the city and through him procured invitations to the balls
given by the Grand Duke of Tuscany. The King of Bavaria attended one of
these balls, and something very terrible happened. It was _lese-majeste_
in its most virulent form.

The offender was an American girl who committed the crime while being
whirled about in McAllister's arms. "I did it! I was determined to do
it! As I passed the King I dug him in in the ribs with my elbow. Now I
am satisfied." "I soon disposed of the young woman," recorded her
partner of the dance, "and never 'attempted her' again."

There were other eccentric Americans at large in Europe in those days
besides the fair belle of Stonington. One of them, in Rome, wore a
decoration that excited the curiosity of his host, the Austrian
Minister. His Excellency finally found the opportunity to refer to it
questioningly. "Sir!" said the American, drawing himself up. "My country
is a Republic. If it had been a Monarchy, I would have been the Duke of
Pennsylvania. The order I wear is that of the Cincinnati." The Minister,
deeply im