the shawls, and cloaks, and mantels of various kinds, which the clerks were showing them.

"This must be the great street for shopping," said Grimkie. "Let us try to find out what the name of it is."

After looking about a little, Grimkie at last found, by a sign on one of the corners, that the name of the street was King-street.

"It would be a pretty good plan,” said Grimkie, "for us to have lodgings in this street, if we could find them, for then in case of a rainy day, so that Auntie could not go out, she could sit at the window and amuse herself by seeing the ladies go a-shopping."

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'Only that if it was a rainy day," said Florence, "the ladies would not go a-shopping." "True," said Grimkie.

Still Grimkie looked at the windows of the houses, in the story above the shops, as he went along the street, but he did not see any signs of lodgings to let.

"We will turn off at the first handsome street that we see," said he, "and go out away from the centre of the town a little, and then we shall find streets with more houses in them."

So they walked on. They left⚫ King-street soon, and entered other streets wider and more regular, and with fewer shops and more houses

in them. They passed a large market square, with arched gateways leading into it from the streets around it, and a pretty green, with avenues of trees, and gravel walks, passing across it in various directions, and ranges of nice looking houses facing it on the different sides. They went through one long and winding street named Rouge Bouillon, which Grimkie said was the French for red broth, but why the street should have such a name as that he could not imagine.

Many of the streets had French names. Many of the children that Grimkie and Florence passed were talking French, and there were other signs and tokens every where to be seen, denoting the original occupancy of the island by a French population.

Grimkie and Florence passed two or three houses on which the sign APARTMENTS FUENISHED, neatly written on a large card, was put up at the windows; but thus far they had not seen any one, the situation of which looked sufficiently attractive to induce them go in and look at the rooms.

"Perhaps they may have rooms to let in some of these other houses," said Florence, "where there are no cards up."

"No," replied Grimkie. "They always put cards up. It is the fashion all over England. I

never heard but of one place where they had rooms to let, without putting up cards, and that was in a town in Scotland. You remember. It was in Dunkeld. We had to inquire at a book store who had lodgings to let. We asked them afterward why they did not put up a sign. The landlady said that all the people there were Highlanders, and that they were too proud to put up a notice in their windows that they had lodgings to let."

At length, after many wanderings, Grimkie and Florence came out into a long and very pretty street, consisting almost altogether of neat two or three story brick houses, painted white, with pretty yards before them, filled with shrubbery, and with roses and honeysuckles in full bloom climbing up upon the trellises over the doors. At the windows of almost every house in this street the little placards, inscribed APARTMENTS FURNISHED, were to be seen placed upon the sash inside, and leaning against the pane.

"This is the street for us," said Grimkie. "And almost all the houses are lodging-houses. We have only to choose."

"It is a very pretty street indeed, said Florence; "and all the houses look pleasant. I don't see how we can decide which to choose."

"We will take the sunny side of the street, at any rate," said Grimkie; "for at this time of the year Auntie will like to see the sun shining in at the parlor windows, I am sure.”

So they went along, looking at all the houses on the sunny side of the street. They themselves walked on the sidewalk of the opposite side, in order to survey the fronts of the houses better. They looked particularly at the second story, in order to see if the windows were prettily curtained. They looked also to see if the yard was neatly kept, and the front door in nice condition, for that, as Grimkie said, would be a sign of good housekeeping.

At last they made choice of a house, and entering the gate they went up the steps and Grimkie knocked at the door. Pretty soon a plainlooking woman, with an apron on, as if she came from the kitchen, opened it.

"We were looking for rooms," said Grimkie, 66 and we should like to see those that you have to let."

"You looking for rooms," said the woman. As she said this she eyed Grimkie and Florence with a very stern expression of countenance.

Florence was quite frightened at meeting with this reception, and began to appear a good deal confused.

"Yes, ma'am," said Grimkie. "It is for a lady and another boy besides us two."

The woman looked still very suspiciously at Grimkie, and after a moment's pause she said, "Where is the lady ?-and why does not she come herself if she wants rooms ?"

"She is at the hotel,” said Grimkie

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"At what hotel ?" said the woman, sternly. Grimkie began by this time to feel somewhat confused himself, and unfortunately he could not on the instant recall the name of the hotel. remembered that the word Yacht was on it, and while he was trying to recall the name to his mind in full, the woman said to him in a very angry tone,

"I don't believe one word you say. You have only come here to tease me and make a fool of me."

So saying the woman shut the door and locked it, and Grimkie and Florence could hear her footsteps as she walked back angrily toward her kitchen.

Grimkie and Florence stood upon the steps looking at each other. They both seemed utterly confounded.

"What a hateful woman!” said Florence.

"Poor thing!" said Grimkie. "I suppose that there are bad boys in this town that some