Even at this early hour, there were many novelties of the London streets that struck pleasantly upon our travelers’ eyes, among them the abundance of flowers shown in almost every open window of every house. But what pleased Master Lenny most was the costermongers’ little carts, piled with green vegetables and ripe fruit, and drawn by little donkeys. Master Lenny took them to be toy-carts for little boys to play with, and insisted upon being accommodated with one immediately; nor was he to be quieted until his mamma promised him a mysterious pleasure in a donkey-ride at Greenwich. It is a long drive from Euston Square station to the Morley House, Trafalgar Square, which had been selected as their hotel by General Lyon, at the recommendation of a fellow passenger on board the Hurona. It was nearly five o’clock when they reached the house, yet few servants seemed to be stirring about it. They could be accommodated with apartments immediately, said the polite functionary who happened to be on duty; but he regretted to add that they would have to wait for breakfast, as the head waiter did not rise until seven. “Two hours to wait. It is too bad, after such a tiresome night-ride,” groaned General Lyon. He had endured nights of toils and days of fasting, in the battle times of long ago; but he was young then and the cause was great, so he had rather liked that sort of life; but it was different with him now that he was old and fated to abide the pleasure of the head waiter. They were shown to large, airy, clean bedrooms, all near each other, and opening upon the corridors, and having one private parlor in the suite. In this parlor our party gathered for a moment to consult. The delay of breakfast is sometimes felt as a calamity. “Can we not procure even a cup of coffee for love or money?” inquired Dick. The official was very sorry, but the head waiter would not rise till seven. “Will you be so good as to send a chambermaid, then?” requested Anna. He was very sorry, but he was afraid the chamber-maids were not yet stirring. The hour was early. “So it is; and we must be reasonable. Servants must have their rest, you know,” said Drusilla, soothingly. And the really obliging attendant smiled and bowed. “Let us go to our rooms and make ourselves comfortable and lie down. Perhaps we shall sleep; at any rate, we shall rest. The two hours will soon pass,” continued Drusilla. “No, no, no, no! No do ’leep!” objected the head of the family, who had had his own sleep out and had waked up hungry. “No do ’leep! More s’imp—more s’imp!” “Poor little fellow, _he_ is hungry,” sighed Drusilla. “I think I can get some warm milk and bread for the child, ma’am,” said the man. “Oh, I shall be very much obliged to you if you will. We can wait better than he can,” said Drusilla, gratefully. And the man went out and fetched the milk and bread, which, at first, Lenny refused to touch, peremptorily exclaiming: “No, no, no! No b’ed milt!—more s’imp!”