ast part
way.

"Come, my dear," said Mr. Kennedy, speaking to his wife; "we have no
time to lose. The train is going."

So Mr. Kennedy bade Waldron good by, and hurried on, and Waldron
immediately unbuttoned his jacket again, saying at the same time,--

"Come, Mr. George, it is time for us to go aboard."

"Have you got the tickets?" said Mr. George, quietly, still keeping his
eyes upon a book that he was examining.

"No," said Waldron. "Are _we_ to get the tickets?"

"Of course," said Mr. George. "I have nothing to do with it. You and
Rollo have undertaken to get me to Glasgow without my having any thought
or concern about it."

"Well, come, Rollo, quick; let's go and get them. Where's the booking
office?"

At the English stations the place where the tickets are bought is called
the booking office. It is necessary to procure tickets, or you cannot
commence the journey; for it is not customary, as in America, to allow
the passengers the privilege, when they desire it, of paying in the
cars.

"Do you know where the booking office is, Mr. George?" said Waldron.

"No," said Mr. George, "but if you look about you will find it."

So Waldron and Rollo ran off to find the office. It was down stairs.
Before they came back with the tickets the train was gone.

"It is no matter," said Mr. George. "Indeed, I think it is my fault
rather than yours, for it was not distinctly understood that you were to
get the tickets. There will be another train pretty soon, I presume. In
the mean time I should like to look at these books, and you and Rollo
can amuse yourselves about the station."

So Waldron and Rollo went off to see if they could find a time table, in
order to learn when the next train would go. They found that there would
be another train in an hour. In the mean time it began to rain again,
which prevented the party from taking a walk about the town; so they had
to amuse themselves at the station as they best could.

There was a refreshment room at the station, and the boys thought at
first that it would be a good plan to have something to eat; but,
finally, they concluded that they would wait, and have a regular dinner
at the coffee room of the hotel. Mr. George left them to decide the
question themselves as they thought best.

The hour, however, soon glided away, and at the end of it the party took
their seats in the train, and were trundled rapidly along the banks of
the river to Glasgow. The road lay throug