I'd like to walk from end to end of Oxford
Street first, and then I'd like to take a penny boat on the river."
"A penny boat!" exclaimed the three sisters in a breath, "that does
sound delightful, and so cheap. Where did you hear of penny boats,
Poppy?"
Poppy's face became radiant.
"It was the last charwoman at the Mansion," she answered. "She said
that if you wanted a pleasure, and a pleasure cheap, there was nothing
in all the world like a penny boat. You sit in it, and there you are,
as snug as snug; plenty of room and plenty of company, and plenty of
sights. Mrs. Jones said that if there was a pleasure to rest a
tired charwoman it was to be found in a penny boat."
"Well, we are not charwomen, but we may as well have a little rest and
fun while we can," answered Jasmine. "I think yours is a lovely treat,
dear Poppy, and we will try and get into the penny boat as fast as
possible."
"I don't know how we are to reach the boats," said Primrose. "I begin
to know my way a little about Oxford Street, but how are we to find
the river?"
Poppy, however, had made good use of her acquaintance with Mrs. Jones
the charwoman. She knew the name as well as the color of the omnibus
which would safely convey them near to the pier at Westminster.
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