'Hurrah for liberty!' said Robert, 'but she won't.'

'Yes she will,' said Jane unexpectedly. '_I_ thought about that
this morning, and I asked Father, and he said yes; and what's
more he told old Nurse we might, only he said we must always say
where we wanted to go, and if it was right she would let us.'

'Three cheers for thoughtful Jane,' cried Cyril, now roused at
last from his yawning despair. 'I say, let's go now.'

So they went, old Nurse only begging them to be careful of
crossings, and to ask a policeman to assist in the more difficult
cases. But they were used to crossings, for they had lived in
Camden Town and knew the Kentish Town Road where the trams rush
up and down like mad at all hours of the day and night, and seem
as though, if anything, they would rather run over you than not.

They had promised to be home by dark, but it was July, so dark
would be very late indeed, and long past bedtime.

They started to walk to St James's Park, and all their pockets
were stuffed with bits of bread and the crusts of toast, to feed
the ducks with. They started, I repeat, but they never got
there.

Between Fitzroy Street and St James's Park there are a great many
streets, and, if you go the right way you will pass a great many
shops that you cannot possibly help stopping to look at. The
children stopped to look at several with gold-lace and beads and
pictures and jewellery and dresses, and hats, and oysters and