them, and then they had
to laugh again and run away.

"This Glory is the funniest girl," said Polly; "she is surprised at the
simplest thing."

They went to look at the shops, passing up Regent Street, across the
Circus and down Oxford Street toward the City, laughing and talking
nonsense all the time. Once when they made a little purchase at a shop
the shopwoman looked astonished at the freedom with which they carried
themselves, and after that they felt inclined to go into every shop in
the street and behave absurdly everywhere. In the course of two hours
they had accomplished all the innocent follies possible to the
intoxication of youth, and were perfectly happy.

By this time they had reached the Bank and were feeling the prickings of
hunger, so they looked out a restaurant in Cheapside and went in for some
dinner. The place was full of men, and several of them rose at once when
the two girls entered. They were in their out-door hospital costume, but
there was something showy about Polly's toilet, and the men kept looking
their way and smiling. Glory looked back boldly and said in an audible
voice, "What fun it must be to be a barmaid, and to have the gentlemen
wink at you, and be laughing back at them!" But Polly nudged, her and
told her to be quiet. She looked down herself, but nevertheless contrived
to use her eyes as a kind of furtive electric battery in the midst of the
most innocent conversation. It was clear that Polly had flown farthest in
the ways of the world, and when you looked at her again you could see
that the balance of her life had been deranged by some one.

After dinner the girls got into an omnibus and went still farther east,
sitting at opposite sides of the car, and laughing and talking loudly to
each other, amid the astonishment of the other occupants. But when they
came to mean and ugly streets with green-grocers' barrows by the
curbstone, and weird and dreary cemeteries in the midst of gaunt, green
sticks that were trying to look like trees, Glory thought they had better
return.

They went back by the Thames steamboat from some landing stage among the
docks. The steamer picked up passengers at every station on the river,
and at London Bridge a band came aboard. As they sailed under St. Paul's
the boat was crowded with people going west to see the celebrations in
honour of the birthday, and the band was playing And her Golden Hair was
hanging down her Back.

At one moment Glory was w