III.

THE LITTLE STOWAWAY.

One of my earliest friends at the
Park was a little French boy, a
kind of page of my uncle's. Shall
I tell you about him? You will
think it very funny that a servant-
boy should be allowed to be my
friend, so I must explain. __
Little Gus, as my uncle called
him—though his real name was
Gustave—was altogether a little
foreigner. He couldn't talk Eng-