There's the one beginning-- 'I must not litter the beautiful street With bits of paper or things to eat; I must not pick the public flowers, They are not MINE, but they are OURS.' 'And "things to eat" reminds me--are you hungry?
Wells, run and get a tray of nice things.' 'Why do you call him "Wells" ?' asked Robert, as the boy ran off.
'It's after the great reformer--surely you've heard of HIM?
He lived in the dark ages, and he saw that what you ought to do is to find out what you want and then try to get it.

Up to then people had always tried to tinker up what they'd got.

We've got a great many of the things he thought of.

Then "Wells" means springs of clear water.

It's a nice name, don't you think ?' Here Wells returned with strawberries and cakes and lemonade on a tray, and everybody ate and enjoyed.
'Now, Wells,' said the lady, 'run off or you'll be late and not meet your Daddy.' Wells kissed her, waved to the others, and went.
'Look here,' said Anthea suddenly, 'would you like to come to OUR country, and see what it's like?
It wouldn't take you a minute.' The lady laughed.