lady; there are no ladies in America--born ladies, such as we have in
the United Kingdom. And pray what have you Yankees done, except to make
money, that you should all be so infernally proud of your country and
that rag?' pointing to the flag.

"By this time my blood was up, and I squared up to him, saying:

"'What have we done? We have whipped Johnny Bull just as I am going to
thrash you under that very flag which you were pleased to designate a
rag.'

"He saw I meant business, and bucked off, saying:

"'Oh, but you carn't. I'm the son of Lady Jane McPherson, you know, and
you carn't touch me.'

"'We'll see if I carn't,' I answered, and then I pitched in and thrashed
him till he cried for quarter, and I let him go, threatening all sorts
of vengeance upon me, the worst of which was that he would tell his
mother and have me arrested for assault and battery.

"That was my introduction to Neil McPherson, and I am ashamed of it
now, for I came to like him very much."

During the recital Miss McPherson had laughed until the tears ran down
her cheeks, a thing very unusual to her, while neither Hannah nor Lucy
could repress a smile at Grey's earnestness, but Mr. Jerrold looked very
grave, and his wife annoyed and displeased.

"I am glad to hear you acknowledge that you are ashamed," Mr. Jerrold