dressed in a scarlet coat and funny little round cap held on sidewise by a strap across his chin, with every intention of starting up a conversation with him; but one glance at his superior air discouraged the boy from any such attempt. When they arrived at Trafalgar Square again, they jumped off, and walked down towards the towers of the Houses of Parliament. In front of the Horse Guards they stood in admiration of the two mounted sentries, stationed there.
"Those black horses are great!" cried John. "How fine those fellows do look sitting there like statues in their scarlet uniforms, and their shiny helmets with the flying tails to them! I only wish I could be a Guard, and ride a horse like one of those!"
"Would you rather be a Horse Guard, or a bus-driver, John?" asked Betty teasingly.
"Sometimes you see dozens of the Guards together; that's a fine sight!" said Barbara, after the laugh had subsided. "They escort the King when he goes out in state. Oh, you'll see them often."