y back in the carriage. "This is something like," he said.
"Boyne, they're on to the distinguished young Ohioan--the only Ohioan
out of office in Europe."

"Yes," said Boyne, trying to enjoy it. "I wonder what they are holloing
at."

Trannel laughed. "They're holloing at your Baedeker, my dear boy. They
never saw one before," and Boyne was aware that he was holding his
red-backed guide conspicuously in view on his lap. "They know you're a
foreigner by it."

"Don't you think we ought to turn down somewhere? I don't see poppa
anywhere." He rose and looked anxiously back over the top of their
carriage. The crowd, closing in behind it, hailed his troubled face with
cries that were taken up by the throng on the sidewalks. Boyne turned
about to find that the tram-car which they had been following had
disappeared round a corner, but their driver was still keeping on. At
a wilder burst of applause Trannel took off his hat and bowed to the
crowd, right and left.

"Bow, bow!" he said to Boyne. "They'll be calling for a speech the next
thing. Bow, I tell you!"

"Tell him to turn round!" cried the boy.

"I can't speak Dutch," said Trannel, and Boyne leaned forward and poked
the driver in the back.

"Go back!" he commanded.

The driver shook his head and pointed forward with his whip. "He's all
right," said Trannel. "He can't turn now. We've got to take the next
corner." The street in front was empty, and the people were crowding
back on the sidewalks. Loud, vague noises made themselves heard round
the corner to which the driver had pointed. "By Jove!" Trannel said, "I
believe they're coming round that way."

"Who are coming?" Boyne palpitated.

"The queens."

"The queens?" Boyne gasped; it seemed to him that he shrieked the words.

"Yes. And there's a tobacconist's now," said Trannel, as if that were
what he had been looking for all along. "I want some cigarettes."

He leaped lightly from the carriage, and pushed his way out of sight on
the sidewalk. Boyne remained alone in the vehicle, staring wildly round;
the driver kept slowly and stupidly on, Boyne did not know how much
farther. He could not speak; he felt as if he could not stir. But the
moment came when he could not be still. He gave a galvanic jump to the
ground, and the friendly crowd on the sidewalk welcomed him to its ranks
and closed about him. The driver had taken the lefthand corner, just
before a plain carriage with the Queen and the queen-mother cam