B. how much we wanted money. But Dora said that would be a sort of
cheating, pretending we were poorer than we are. And Dora is right
sometimes, though she is our elder sister. Then we thought we'd better
wear our best things, so that the G. B. might see we weren't so very
poor that he couldn't trust us to pay his money back when we had it.
But Dora said that would be wrong too. So it came to our being quite
honest, as Dora said, and going just as we were, without even washing
our faces and hands; but when I looked at H. O. in the train I wished we
had not been quite so particularly honest.

Every one who reads this knows what it is like to go in the train, so I
shall not tell about it--though it was rather fun, especially the part
where the guard came for the tickets at Waterloo, and H. O. was under
the seat and pretended to be a dog without a ticket. We went to Charing
Cross, and we just went round to Whitehall to see the soldiers and then
by St James's for the same reason--and when we'd looked in the shops a
bit we got to Brook Street, Bond Street. It was a brass plate on a door
next to a shop--a very grand place, where they sold bonnets and hats--
all very bright and smart, and no tickets on them to tell you the price.
We rang a bell and a boy opened the door and we asked for Mr Rosenbaum.
The boy was not polite; he did not ask us in. So then Dicky gave him
his visiting card; it was one of Father's really, but the name is the
same, Mr Richard Bastable, and we others wrote our names underneath. I
happened to have a piece of pink chalk in my pocket and we wrote them
with that.

Then the boy shut the door in our faces and we waited on the step. But
presently he came down and asked our business. So Dicky said--

'Money advanced, young shaver! and don't be all day about it!'