On the afternoon of the seventh day after leaving New York, the
Majestic steamed up to the Liverpool dock, and a few hours later the
Kingsleys found themselves comfortably settled in a railroad carriage
en route for London. It was late when they arrived in the great
metropolis, and every one was glad enough to get to the hotel and to
rest as quickly as possible.

Early the next morning Uncle Geoffrey Barrington came to carry off the
entire family to his big house in Portland Place. Here he declared
they should remain during their stay in London, and as he had a
charming wife and grown-up daughter, who devoted themselves to Mrs.
Kingsley and sister Agatha, and a son about Charlie's age, who was full
of fun and friendliness, all parties found themselves well satisfied
with the arrangement.

Uncle Geof was one of the judges of the Queen's Bench, and a very busy
man, so he could not always go about with his American relatives; but
Dr. Kingsley was well acquainted with London, and therefore able to
escort his party to all the places of interest. I only wish I had time
to tell you of all the delightful trips they took, and all the
interesting things they saw in this fascinating old city. Visits to
the Tower, the Houses of Parliament, where they heard "Big Ben" strike
the hour--and Westminster Abbey with its illustrious dead; excursions
to Windsor and the Crystal Palace; sails down the Thames, and dinners
and teas at Richmond and Kew Gardens, driving home by moonlight! How
the boys did enjoy it all, and what long letters went home to America
addressed to Master Edward Petry!

All this sight-seeing took up many days; three weeks slipped by before
anybody realized it, and Dr. Kingsley was talking of a trip to the