CHAP. II1.—-TOM GOES TO LONDON.

J.T last one morning Tom’s papa said to
KS him—“I am going to London on
Thursday, and you may come with me, if you
like, to see your aunt and cousins.”

Tom would have chosen Iceland or India
or Arabia, had he been asked; but he was
only too happy to go anywhere, and jumped
about clapping his hands. He had seen some
pictures of London, and knew that, though
white bears and roaring lions and tigers did
not generally live there, still there were some
visiting the Zoological Gardens, and he might
perhaps be taken to see them. Besides his
aunt and cousins, he also wanted to see the
Queen on her throne with her crown and
sceptre, and the Lord Mayor in his gold
coach. Just before his box was shut, his