"No," said he, smiling merrily, "I really do not know. The fact is,
you must come along quick to my great-grandfather, who will
understand you better than I do. Come on, Greylocks!" Therewith he
shook the reins, and we jogged along merrily eastward.



CHAPTER V: CHILDREN ON THE ROAD



Past the Broadway there were fewer houses on either side. We
presently crossed a pretty little brook that ran across a piece of
land dotted over with trees, and awhile after came to another market
and town-hall, as we should call it. Although there was nothing
familiar to me in its surroundings, I knew pretty well where we were,
and was not surprised when my guide said briefly, "Kensington
Market."

Just after this we came into a short street of houses: or rather,
one long house on either side of the way, built of timber and
plaster, and with a pretty arcade over the footway before it.

Quoth Dick: "This is Kensington proper. People are apt to gather
here rather thick, for they like the romance of the wood; and
naturalists haunt it, too; for it is a wild spot even here, what
there is of it; for it does not go far to the south: it goes from
here northward and west right over Paddington and a little way down
Notting Hill: thence it runs north-east to Primrose Hill, and so on;