P. S. We are on our way to Paris, riding through a country of old churches, castles, and flowers, on a produce train. "I think," said Master Lewis, "that George and Leander are, after all, making a very delightful tour; they certainly are getting better views of common, practical life abroad than we are. I am glad that they had the independence to make the journey in this way." "How much do you think their whole tour will cost them?" asked Ernest. "It will cost each of them less than either you or I have paid for a single ocean passage," said Master Lewis. The boys spent the afternoon in letter-writing. Tommy Toby wrote a long letter to George Howe. "I have taken George into my confidence," said he, after tea, as Master Lewis and the boys were sitting by the open windows of the hotel, "and have given him an account of my hunting adventure in Nottingham." "Suppose you read the letter to us," said Master Lewis. Tommy, whose nature would not allow him to keep a secret long, however disparaging to himself, seemed pleased to accept Master Lewis's suggestion. Oxford, July. Dear George:-- We are all pleased with the trip you are making. We have been to lots of curious places,--dust heaps of old kings and queens and _we have heard a lark sing_. At Nottingham I bought a bow and arrows, and went hunting. Like you, I wanted to see the country. I saw it. They are very inquisitive people around Nottingham. They seem to want to know your business before you are introduced. A little way out of the city I came to a fine old tract of country. A gate opened into some large, hilly fields, and there was a path through the fields that seemed to lead to the wood. I opened the gate and was going towards the wood, when I heard a voice from the road,-- "Boy!" I looked around, and made no answer. "Where are yer going, _yer honor_?" "I am going hunting," said I; and I walked on very fast. I came to a wooded hill, and the scenery all around was delightful, just like a picture. Below the hill was a long pasture, and through it ran a stream of water overhung with old trees. Under the trees were some cattle. I was going down towards the pasture when I heard a very distressing noise,-- O-o-o-o-o! "This is an English landscape," said I to myself. "How much more lovely it is than castles, abbeys, and tombs!" and I was trying to think of some poetry, such as Frank would have quoted, when I heard that alarming sound again,-- O-o-o-o-o!