id
Waldron.

"Why?" asked Rollo.

"Because of the steamboats," said Waldron.

"Do they build a great many steamboats in Greenock and Glasgow?" asked
Rollo.

"Yes," said Waldron; "this is the greatest place for building steamboats
in the world."

"Except New York," said Rollo.

"O, of course, except New York," replied Waldron. "But they build all
the big English steamers in this river. All the Cunarders were built
here, and they have got some of the best machine shops and founderies
here that there are in the world. I should like to go all about and see
them, if I could only get away from my mother."

"Why, won't she let you go?" said Rollo.

"No," replied Waldron, "not if she knows it. She thinks I am a little
boy, and is so afraid that I shall get _hurt_!"

Waldron pronounced the word _hurt_ in a drawling and contemptuous tone,
which was so comical that Rollo could not help laughing outright.

"I go to all the ship yards and founderies in New York whenever I
please," continued Waldron. "I go when she does not know it. Sometimes
the men let me help them carry out the melted iron, and pour it into the
moulds."

By this time the two boys had reached the place where Mr. George was. He
was sitting on what is called a camp stool, and was engaged in reading
his guide book, and studying the map, with a view of finding out what
route it would be best to take in the tour they were about making in
Scotland. Mr. George drew the boys into conversation with him on the
subject. His object was to become acquainted with Waldron, and find out
what sort of a boy he was.

"Where do you wish to go, Waldron?" said Mr. George.

"Why, I want to stay here a good many days," said Waldron, "to see the
steamers and the dockyards. They are building a monstrous iron ship,
somewhere here. She is going to be five hundred tons bigger than the
Baltic."

"I should like to see her," said Mr. George.

As he said this he kept his eye upon his map, following his finger, as
he moved it about from place to place, as if he was studying out a good
way to go.

"There is Edinburgh," said Mr. George; "we must certainly go to
Edinburgh."

"Yes," said Waldron, "I suppose that is a pretty great place. Besides, I
want to see the houses twelve stories high."

"And there is Linlithgow," continued Mr. George, still looking upon his
map. "That is the place where Mary, Queen of Scots, was born. Waldron,
would you like to go there?"

"Why, no," s