Last Tuesday Henry Brown took his sons George and Richard and Fred to see London. They live about 50 miles from London in a small town called Greenfield. They went by train. It was a steam-train drawn by an engine called King Arthur. Mr. Brown opened the door of an empty carriage and the boys jumped in. The guard blew his whistle and waved his flag and the train started. The train was a fast one. It passed through Knightstown, Sand field before stopping. But it stopped at Crawly Junction where some people got off and where a porter put some bags of letters and parcels into the van. An old lady got into the carriage. She had a bag with her name and address on it. She had a little dog. Ten minutes later they came into Waterloo station and very soon they were out in the busy streets.
“Come on, boys, we’ll take a bus now.” A big red bus came along marked London Bridge.
“That is the bus we want,” said Mr. Brown and the boys hurried up the stair and on to the top of the bus. As they went along he pointed out places and things for them to see, “There’s Westminster Bridge and there are the Houses of Parliament. We are crossing London’s river now, The Thames, and just over there is Westminster Abbey.”
“What’s the monument on the bank of the river?” said Richard.
“That is Cleopatra’s Needle. It came from Egypt.
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