Stripes waving in the English wind, I hurrahed with all my might and
threw up my cap in the air.

"'May I ask why you are making so much noise?' somebody said close to
me, and turning round I saw a lad about my own age, wearing a tall
stove-pipe hat, for he was an Eton boy.

"His manner provoked me quite as much as his words, it was so
overbearing, and picking up my cap, I said: 'Why, it's the Fourth of
July, and that is the Star-spangled Banner!'

"'Star-spangled fiddlestick!' he retorted, tapping the ground with the
tip of his boot.' And so you are a Yankee? I heard there was a lot of
them here.'

"'Yes, I'm a Yankee,' I replied; 'a genuine down-easter and proud of it
too, and who, are you?'

"'I? Why, I am Neil McPherson, an Eton boy, and my father is the Hon.
John McPherson, and my mother is Lady Jane McPherson,' he replied, in a
tone intended to annihilate me wholly.

"But I stood my ground, and said:

"'Oh, you are Neil McPherson, are you? and your father is an honorable,
and your mother a lady? Well, I am Grey Jerrold, of Boston, and my
father is an honorable, and my mother is a lady, too!"

"'Now, reely, you make me larf,' he cried. 'Your father may be an
honorable--I believe you have such things--but your mother is not a