And if you don't mean it, it's just foolish." "Oh!" said Robin.

He edged himself nearer to her.

"I like you," he said.
"Talk some more! I like your voice." "What shall I talk about ?" she asked.
"Tell me about London!" he said.
"Oh, London! My dear boy, you'd hate London.

It's all noise and crowds and dust.

The streets are crammed with cars and people and there is never any peace.