In consequence, she was in great disgrace, and Mrs.Flint had been heard to speak of her as "that odious cat!" The Pink, however, was safe for the present, and the girls set out on their little pilgrimage of discovery.
"London," said Primrose, in a somewhat sententious voice, has "points of the compass, like any other place.

It has its north and its south, its east and its west.

The west, I have been told, is the aristocratic and expensive quarter, so of course we won't go there.

In the east, the miserably poor and dirty people live--we won't trouble them--therefore our choice must lie between the south and the north.
On the whole, I am inclined to try the north side of London." "For dark and true and tender is the North," quoted Jasmine with enthusiasm.

"By all means, Rose, we will go northwards, but how shall we go ?" "We'll inquire at the post-office just round this corner," answered Primrose, with decision.
Accordingly, having received some rather lucid instructions the girls found themselves in a few moments in an omnibus going towards Holloway.