At any rate, here Bim found the place that he wanted.

There was a little shop with steps down into it and a tinkling bell which made a tremendous noise when you pushed the old oak door.

Inside there was every sort of thing.

Bim lost himself here in the ecstasy of his description, lacking also names for many of the things that he saw.

But there was a whole suit of shining armour, and there were jewels, and old brass trays, and carpets, and a crocodile, which Bim called a "crodocile." There was also a friendly old man with a white beard, and over everything a lovely smell, which Bim said was like "roast potatoes" and "the stuff mother has in a bottle in her bedwoom." Bim could, of course, have stayed there for ever, but Mr.Jack reminded him of a possibly anxious family.