"I wants fur to be a queen, and there is no queens hout this arternoon
fur me to take pattern of."
The black eyes of Jenks sparkled more mischievously than ever; but he
liked Flo, and knew she was fond of supposing herself a great lady.
"Look at that 'ere 'oman," he said, pointing to a stout old lady in
black velvet and white lace shawl; "s'pose you is 'er, Flo. My heyes!
wot a precious big swell you would look in that 'ere gownd."
Here Dick and Jenks both laughed uproariously, but the ambitious little
Flo still answered in a fretful tone--
"I'll not be that 'ere swell, I'll choose to be a queen."
"Then come along both o' yers," said Jenks, "and see the queen. She
'ave got to pass hout of Bucknam Palace in arf an 'our, on 'er way to
Victoria Station. Come, Flo, I'll 'old yer 'and. Come, Dick, old pal."
The children, only too delighted to be seen anywhere in Jenks's
company, followed eagerly, and led by their clever friend down several
by-ways, soon found themselves in the midst of the crowd which had
already collected outside Buckingham Palace gates to see the queen.
Flo was excited and trembling. _Now_ she should behold with her own
eyes the biggest swell in all the world, and for ever after in her dark
Saint Giles's cellar she could suppose, and go over in her imagination,
the whole scene. No vulgar "dook" or "markis" could satisfy Flo's
ambition; when she soared she would soar high, and when she saw the
queen she would really know how to act the queen to perfection.
So excited was she that she never observed that she was really alone in
the crowd, that Jenks and Dick had left her side.
She was a timid child, not bold and brazen like many of her class, and
had she noticed this she would have been too frightened even to look out
for the greatest woman in the world. But before she had time to take in
this fact there was a cheer, a glittering pageant passed before Flo's
eyes,--she had never seen the Life Guards before!--a carriage appeared
amidst other carriages, a lady amidst other ladies, and some instinct
told the child that this quietly-dressed, dignified woman was the queen
of England. The eager crowd had pushed the little girl almost to the
front, and the queen, bowing graciously on all sides, looked for an
instant full at Flo.
She was probably unconscious of it, but the child was not. Her brown
eyes sparkled joyfully; she had seen the queen, and the _queen had seen
her_.
They were to meet again.