gave Jess her chance at the Tower and "JANE," and it was
there in the little chapel that we met Anne and Mrs. Hill.

"'They had planned the most wonderful week down in Surrey in a tiny
English village called Shere, which Anne said was, according to the
guide-books, "the perfect realization of an artist's dream." She
begged us to go along with them, and poor Mrs. Hill, I suppose, felt
obliged to invite us also, though what she may have said to Anne in
private I do not yet know. We became imbued with desire to see the
artist's dream realized and to be with Anne, so with Jess to hurry
Mrs. Hill and me to drag Anne, we tore through Billingsgate
fish-market and up King William Street to the Bank, where we were to
meet Father.

"'After the poor man had recovered from his astonishment, he gave his
consent--namely, that we should go to Surrey with Anne and Mrs. Hill
_(if they really wanted us)_ then across the channel to Rotterdam, up
the Rhine and on to Berlin, where he would meet us. Mrs. Hill really
seemed glad to have us go with them and, to be very frank, I think
the Rev. Dr. Blackmore was glad to get rid of us. You see, Jess and I
simply can't get enthusiastic over the Middle Ages and old
manuscripts, and I think it worries Dad.

"'Well, our learned father went on to Berlin, and his imbecile
offspring to Surrey. Shere was lovely! _My_ dream was realized at
least. I'll never forget the little gardens filled with roses and
Canterbury bells, and the grain-fields dotted with poppies, and the
woods filled with holly and tall pink foxgloves, and the beeches all
silvery and green. We rode bicycles all over Surrey, and ate roast
beef and Yorkshire pudding and drank ginger beer at quaint little
English inns. You'll hear all about it next year in English class,
for I've themes enough for everybody--at least material for them.

"'Then we went back to London, and had all sorts of adventures there,
from our cab-horse falling flat in Piccadilly Circus to Jess being
arrested at the House of Commons gate; but if Mrs. Hill ever repented
of her invitation she didn't let us know, and we were never happier
in our lives.

"'We started for Rotterdam the 14th of July, crossed the Channel with
flying colors since we went to bed immediately upon going aboard, and
started up the Rhine the next day on a boat appropriately named the
_Siegfried_. The first day we went thro