Around the World in 88 Years -E Book - Arthur Burt

For many weeks, I ran him in to the vegetable market where hewould bid for the vegetables. Then, I would pick them, put themin the van, bring them back to his house and stack them in hisgarden shed for him. I didn’t receive much more than a grunt ofthanks from him. He just tolerated me because I was useful tohim.It was a long wait before he got his compensation money. AtChristmas time, Brother Brown’s compensation still had not comethrough, so Marj and I took presents around to his house. I suggested,as a little overture of friendship, that we should all go upto Trafalgar Square in London where different bands, includingthe Salvation Army band, came there to play carols during theChristmas season. It was always a thrilling sight to see the thousandsof people gathered around the colorfully lighted tree fromNorway and to hear them singing as the bands played.So both of our families went to Trafalgar Square to join the festivities.Brother Brown had a little boy named David who wasthe same age as my daughter, Beryl and they would always betogether — where one was, you could always find the other.After we were there for a while, I noticed that Beryl was not insight.“Where is Beryl?” I asked Marj, scanning the crowd.“She’s not here?” Marj answered. “Well, she is probably overthere with the Browns.”“Eunice,” I shouted. “Have you got Beryl there?”“No,” she called back to me. “Have you got David there?”Both children were missing, lost in that multitude of people. Nowcircumstances drew together two fathers who were seeking theirlost children. Together, we went to a policeman who informedus that we would have to go to Scotland Yard. So we left theothers and went to Scotland Yard where we stood at the counterand gave all the particulars, their names, description, sex, and soon.“Have you any lost children here?” I questioned the policeman.“Yes, we have,” came the answer, “but how do we know thatyou are the parents of the lost children?”114