CHAPTER VIL.
THE WALK IN BROADWAY.

“ Trere is the new Trinity Church ; is it not
splendid—magnificent?” said George, pointing
with his cane, and holding one arm akimbo,
while his neck was stretched to its full length,
as he looked up to the top of the spire.

“ Cock-a-doodle-doo,  cock-a-doodle-doo”—
shouted a ragged news-boy. The resemblance
was irresistibly ludicrous. It carried the mis-
chievous urchin in imagination to the barn-
yard, where he had heard the first efforts at
crowing. The joke was deemed a capital one.
Two or three other news-boys joined their
shrill voices: ‘¢ Cock-a-doodle-doo, cock-a-doo-
dle-doo.” George was ina rage. He flew at
the first offender, and gave him a smart stroke
with his cane.