and into the street, "and we'll see about it."

With a sinking heart, John turned his steps toward Westminster. He
would go and see Golly; perhaps he had not looked after her as he
ought. Suddenly a remembered voice, in mimicking accents, fell
upon his ear with the quotation, "Do you know?" Then, in a hansom
passing swiftly by him, Golly, in hospital dress with flying
ribbons, appeared, sitting between Lord Brownstone Ewer and Francis
Horatio Nelson Drake, completely grown up. And from behind floated
the inexpressibly sad refrain, "Hi tiddli hi!"

This is how it happened. One morning, Jinny Jones, another
hospital nurse, had said to her, "Have you any objection, dear, to
seeing a friend of another gent, a friend of mine?"

"None in the least, dear," said Golly. "I want to see all that can
be seen, and do all that can be done in London, and know the glory
thereof. I only require that I shall be allowed to love John Gale
whenever he permits it, which isn't often, and that I may be
permitted to write simple letters to my doting relations at the
rate of twelve pages a day, giving an account--MY OWN account--of
my doings. There! Go on now! Bring on your bears."

They had visited the chambers which Lord Brownstone and Drake
occupied together, and in girlish innocence had put on the
gentlemen's clothes and danced before them. Then they all went to
the theatre, where Golly's delightful simplicity and childish
ignorance of the world had charmed them. Everything to her was
new, strange, and thrilling. She even leaned from the carriage
windows to see the "wheels go round." She was surprised at the