He bewilders you, too, with his talk about the great bridges of
London,--London Bridge specially, where they sell kids for a penny;
which story your new acquaintance unfortunately does not confirm. You
have read of these bridges, and seen pictures of them in the "Wonders of
the World"; but then Nat has seen them with his own eyes: he has
literally walked over London Bridge, on his own feet! You look at his
very shoes in wonderment, and are surprised you do not find some
startling difference between those shoes and your shoes. But there is
none,--only yours are a trifle stouter in the welt. You think Nat one of
the fortunate boys of this world,--born, as your old nurse used to say,
with a gold spoon in his mouth.
Beside Nat there is a girl lives over the opposite side of the way,
named Jenny,--with an eye as black as a coal, and a half a year older
than you, but about your height,--whom you fancy amazingly.
She has any quantity of toys, that she lets you play with as if they
were your own. And she has an odd old uncle, who sometimes makes you
stand up together, and then marries you after his fashion,--much to the
amusement of a grown-up house-maid, whenever she gets a peep at the
performance.
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