John and Betty's History Visit

"A telegram for me!" replied John, trying to assume sufficient dignity for the momentous occasion,--the arrival of the first message he had ever received. "Why, what can it be?"

The bicycles were returned to their owner in Stratford, and Mrs. Pitt's plan was to drive to Warwick and Kenilworth the following day. Consequently it was a great disappointment...

"We're going to stay in a really, truly old inn at last, aren't we!" Betty gave a sigh of satisfaction and walked rapidly along by Mrs. Pitt's side, as that lady led the way fro...

As soon as the familiar chugging of the motor was heard at the front door in Cavendish Square, John hurried out. Just as he was examining all the chauffeur's arrangements for th...

Betty could scarcely sit still in the train which was carrying her towards Mansfield, from sheer excitement at the anticipation of actually seeing the haunts of Robin Hood. Ever...

Betty did spend the evening "writing letters in Washington Irving's room at the Red Horse," as she had planned. It was in that quaint, tiny parlor that Irving wrote his well-kno...

When Betty came down to her breakfast the following morning, she found her plate heaped with letters and fascinating little parcels of different shapes. For a moment she looked...

The first thing that Betty heard the following morning was a gentle knock upon her bedroom door, and a voice saying, "It's seven o'clock, and will you have some sticks, Miss?"

"Well, I really don't care much how long the boat is in coming," exclaimed Betty delightedly. "It's such fun to watch all the other boats going up and down the river, and to loo...

It was not until they were well on their way toward Winchester, that Mrs. Pitt found a chance to tell the young people something about that ancient city which they were so soon...

"Big Ben," the great bell on the clock-tower, was just booming ten deep strokes as our party neared the Houses of Parliament. A steadily rushing stream of people, buses, hansoms...

"That's true," Mrs. Pitt agreed; "but I suppose the name was first given to the White Tower, which is the oldest part and was built by William the Conqueror as long ago as 1080....

A big, high, lumbering coach with four horses was slowly carrying Mrs. Pitt and her young charges toward Clovelly,--that most famous of all English fishing-villages. Betty, havi...

"It's only a little more than twenty miles out to Windsor," remarked Mrs. Pitt, one June morning. "Suppose we go in the motor, and then we can have a glimpse of both Stoke Poges...

In Charing Cross Station one morning, Mrs. Pitt hurried up to the "booking-office," as the English call the ticket-office, to "book" five tickets to Penshurst. While the man was...

It was Sunday afternoon, and the time for John and Betty to send their weekly letters home. The day was a beautiful one in early spring, the grass and trees in the garden behind...

Two eager young Americans sat, one on each side of the window of an English train, speeding towards London. They had landed only that morning, and everything seemed very strange...

The big library at Mrs. Pitt's home was a fascinating place, the two visitors thought. The ceiling was high, the wainscoting was of dark wood, and the walls were almost entirely...