Then Manisty appeared, lifting his eyebrows in a frowning wonder at the young man's impatience;--and on they flew.
At last!--They are in the third row of Tribune D, close to the line by which the Pope must pass, and to the platform from which he will deliver the Apostolic Benediction.

Reggie the unsatisfied, the idealist, grumbles that they ought to have been in the very front.

But Eleanor and Aunt Pattie are well satisfied.

They find their acquaintance all around them.

It is a general flutter of fans, and murmur of talk.