"Come, John, we are almost there, so please fetch down Betty's wraps from the rack. Here are your umbrellas; you may take Betty's bag and I'll take yours. Yes, it is really England, and soon we'll be in London, where Philip and Barbara are very impatiently waiting to meet the American friends with whom they have been exchanging letters for so long. They have been studying history hard, and have learned all they possibly could about their own country, which they love, and want you to know, too. They have never seen very much of England, and this is an excellent chance for them to do some sight-seeing with you. I think you'll have a jolly time seeing all the strange sights and customs, and visiting some historic places. Now, you must not expect to find Philip and Barbara just like your friends at home; English children dress very differently, and may use some expressions which you do not exactly understand, but you'll soon become accustomed to them all. Here we are at Waterloo Station." As the guard swung open the door, two impatient young people hurried up to the party. "Here we are, Mother; did they come?" John and Betty shyly shook hands with their English friends, but did not find anything to say, just at first. Mrs. Pitt went to the luggage-van, to find the children's trunks, and the others followed. "Aren't the trains funny, John?" said Betty, nervously holding her brother's hand. "See, this is the baggage part of the car, but isn't it small!" "Oh, there are several on each train," explained Philip. "Are your vans any bigger?" "There are our trunks, Mrs. Pitt," called John. "I know them by the C's we pasted on the ends." "Here, porter, put this luggage on a four-wheeler, please," and Mrs. Pitt and her charges crowded in, the luggage was piled on top, and they drove away. "Do you think you will like London?" asked Barbara of Betty, rather anxiously. Betty ventured to answer, "Oh, I think so, only it is very different from New York." It certainly was! Great, top-heavy buses swung and lurched past them, some of them drawn by splendid horses, but still more with motors. The outsides of the vehicles were covered with all sorts of gay advertisements and signs, in bright and vivid colors; in this way, and in their tremendous numbers, they differ from the New York buses on Fifth Avenue. "To-night, we will take you out for a ride on top of a bus if you like, John," said Philip. John, losing his shyness, began to ask questions, and to give his opinion of the things he saw. "I think the buses are great! I shall always choose that seat just behind the driver, where I can talk to him. He must have fine stories to tell, doesn't he, Philip? I like the hansoms, too. There really seem to be more hansoms than anything else in London! Just look, Betty, at that long row there in the middle of the street! I suppose they are waiting for passengers. And there's a line of 'taxis,' too. My, but these streets are crowded! Fifth Avenue isn't in it!"