Do you see?
There's the old bell, at the door there, that they talk so much about.

What they make such a fuss over it fur I don't know; it's ugly as can be and has a great crack in it; but it's quite the thing to talk about it and say you've seen it; so we must do like the rest." "Yes, I suppose we must, though I don't see why anybody should, any more than you do," returned her companion.

"It's ugly enough and certainly wouldn't bring first price if 'twas put up for sale.

But just see what handsome fellows those policemen are that's got charge of it! Enough sight better-lookin' than it is." With that the two went nearer, looked the old bell carefully over, then walked on into the building.

While they talked merry, mischievous glances had been exchanged among the young people of our party.
"I wonder where they have lived all their days," laughed Walter, looking after them as they disappeared through the doorway.
"I hope they are not Americans! I'm ashamed of them if they are!" exclaimed Lulu.