At length Rollo called out to tell his uncle that the city was in view.
"Let us go over to the other side of the bridge," said Rollo.
"Why, you see I can engage a carriage to take us there myself," said Rollo.
"I don't see how the little steamers get through under the bridges," said Rollo.
Rollo, to whom La Giralda had given the key, stooped to fit it into the keyhole.
So saying, Mr. George and Rollo walked on towards the end of the bridge.
The soldier then resumed his seat, and Rollo and Carlos walked on slowly up the hall.
One day Rollo saw a policeman taking a prisoner to the station.
Rollo stared wildly a minute, first at the man, and then about the cabin.
Unfortunately for Rollo, as is usually the case in London, the sun was not to be seen.