dor had arrived in
state over the great highway of England; past the ancient trees in the
Temple Gardens. And then under the new Blackfriars Bridge to Southwark,
dingy with its docks and breweries and huddled houses, but forever
famous,--the Southwark of Shakespeare and Jonson and Beaumont and
Fletcher. And the shelf upon which they stood in the library at Carvel
Hall was before my eyes.

"Yes," said Dolly; "and I recall your mother's name written in faded ink
upon the fly-leaves."

Ah, London Town, by what subtleties are you tied to the hearts of those
born across the sea? That is one of the mysteries of race.

Under the pointed arches of old London Bridge, with its hooded shelters
for the weary, to where the massive Tower had frowned for ages upon the
foolish river. And then the forest of ships, and the officious throng of
little wherries and lighters that pressed around them, seeming to say,
"You clumsy giants, how helpless would you be without us!" Soon our own
wherry was dodging among them, ships brought hither by the four winds
of the seas; many discharging in the stream, some in the docks then
beginning to be built, and hugging the huge warehouses. Hides from
frozen Russia were piled high beside barrels of sugar and rum from the
moist island cane-fields of the Indies, and pipes of wine from the sunny
hillsides of France, and big boxes of tea bearing the hall-mark of the
mysterious East. Dolly gazed in wonder. And I was commanded to show her
a schooner like the Black Moll, and a brigantine like the John.

"And Captain Paul told me you climbed the masts, Richard, and worked
like a common seaman. Tell me," says she, pointing at the royal yard of
a tall East Indiaman, "did you go as high as that when it was rough?"

And, hugely to the boatman's delight, the minx must needs put her
fingers on the hard welts on my hands, and vow she would be a sailor
and she were a man. But at length we came to a trim-built bark lying off
Redriff Stairs, with the words "Betsy, of London," painted across her
stern. In no time at all, Captain Paul was down the gangway ladder and
at the water-side, too hand Dorothy out.

"This honour overwhelms me, Miss Manners," he said; "but I know whom to
thank for it." And he glanced slyly at me.

Dorothy stepped aboard with the air of Queen Elizabeth come to inspect
Lord Howard's flagship.

"Then you will thank me," said she. "Why, I could eat my dinner off your
deck, captain! Are all mercha