Amy , flying up -- `` Oh , that must be Kenilworth , that gray place among the trees ! '' Flo , darting to my window -- `` How sweet ! We must go there sometime , wo n't we Papa ? '' Uncle , calmly admiring his boots -- `` No , my dear , not unless you want beer , that 's a brewery . '' A pause -- then Flo cried out , `` Bless me , there 's a gallows and a man going up . '' `` Where , where ? '' shrieks Amy , staring out at two tall posts with a crossbeam and some dangling chains . `` A colliery , '' remarks Uncle , with a twinkle of the eye . `` Here 's a lovely flock of lambs all lying down , '' says Amy . `` See , Papa , are n't they pretty ? '' added Flo sentimentally . `` Geese , young ladies , '' returns Uncle , in a tone that keeps us quiet till Flo settles down to enjoy the Flirtations of Captain Cavendish , and I have the scenery all to myself . Of course it rained when we got to London , and there was nothing to be seen but fog and umbrellas . We rested , unpacked , and shopped a little between the showers . Aunt Mary got me some new things , for I came off in such a hurry I was n't half ready . A white hat and blue feather , a muslin dress to match , and the loveliest mantle you ever saw . Shopping in Regent Street is perfectly splendid . Things seem so cheap , nice ribbons only sixpence a yard . I laid in a stock , but shall get my gloves in Paris . Does n't that sound sort of elegant and rich ?
XXXXX and I , for the fun of it , ordered a hansom cab , while Aunt and Uncle were out , and went for a drive , though we learned afterward that it was n't the thing for young ladies to ride in them alone .
Amy Cavendish Flo Kenilworth London Paris Street colliery crossbeam muslin