YOUNG JOHN BULL. 89

ing out into the crowded street. He was
dressed in deep mourning.

Mrs. Cramer advanced quite near him, but
the noises without were so deafening, that the
sound of footsteps upon the soft carpet made
no impression upon the ear.

Mrs. Cramer remained silent for a second,
just by the boy, and then she said in her usual
sweet voice :

‘“ Howard, I have brought your cousins, to
give you a cordial welcome to our country, and
to our home.”

She stood with her hand extended, and a
. cheerful smile upon her countenance.

Howard Framingham started, turned round,
colored deeply, and made a low, formal bow.
George Cramer immediately folded his hands
behind him, and stood bolt upright, stiff as a
post.

Mrs. Cramer’s hand fell, as she returned the
formal bow with a curtesy, and dear little Ada’s
eyes filled with tears.

The boys stood, like mastiff and bull-dog,
looking at each other, and measuring each
other’s size and strength. It would have been