In consequence,
she was in great disgrace, and Mrs. Flint had been heard to speak of
her as "that odious cat!" The Pink, however, was safe for the present,
and the girls set out on their little pilgrimage of discovery.
"London," said Primrose, in a somewhat sententious voice, has "points
of the compass, like any other place. It has its north and its south,
its east and its west. The west, I have been told, is the aristocratic
and expensive quarter, so of course we won't go there. In the east,
the miserably poor and dirty people live--we won't trouble
them--therefore our choice must lie between the south and the north.
On the whole, I am inclined to try the north side of London."
"For dark and true and tender is the North,"
quoted Jasmine with enthusiasm. "By all means, Rose, we will go
northwards, but how shall we go?"
"We'll inquire at the post-office just round this corner," answered
Primrose, with decision.
Accordingly, having received some rather lucid instructions the girls
found themselves in a few moments in an omnibus going towards
Holloway. About noon they were landed there, and then their search
began. Oh, the weariness of that long day! Oh, the painful experience
of the three! They knew nothing about London prices--they had not an
idea whether they were being imposed upon or not.
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