Americans -- England -- Fiction; Girls -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
You are remarkably different in this country. We are a good deal the
same. I was not at all prepared then to make a comparison of averages,
but I noticed that life seemed to mean something more serious for most
of the people I met than it does with us. Hardly anybody was laughing,
and very few people were making unseemly haste about their business.
There was no eagerness and no enthusiasm. Neither was there any
hustling. In a crowd like that in Chicago everybody would have hustled,
and nobody would have minded it.
'Where is Charing Cross?' I asked one of the flower-women sitting by
the big iron entrances to the station. 'Right'ere, miss, ware you be
a-standin'! Buy a flower, miss? Only a penny! an' lovely they are! Do
buy one, laidy!' It was dreadfully pathetic, the way she said it, and
she had frightful holes in her shawl, and no hat or bonnet on. I had
never seen a woman selling things out of doors with nothing on her head
before, and it hurt me somehow. But I couldn't possibly have bought
her flowers--they were too much like her. So I gave her a sixpence,
and asked her where I could find an 'Ammersmith' bus. She thanked me so
volubly that I couldn't possibly understand her, but I made out that
if I stayed where I was an 'Ammersmith' bus would presently arrive. She
went on asking me to buy flowers though, so I walked a little farther
off. I waited a long time, and not a single 'bus appeared with
'Ammersmith on it. Finally, I asked another policeman. 'There!' he said,
as one of the great lumbering concerns rolled up--'that's one of 'em
now! You'll get it!' I didn't like to dispute with an officer of the
law, but I had seen plenty of that particular red variety of 'bus go
past, and to be quite certain I said: 'But isn't that a Hammersmith
one?' The policeman looked quite cross. 'Well, isn't that what you're
a-askin' for? 'Ammersmith an' 'Ammersmith--it's all the saime, dependin'
on 'ow you pernounces it. Some people calls it 'Ammersmith, an' some
people calls it 'Ammersmith!' and he turned a broad and indignant back
upon me. I flew for the 'bus, and the conductor, in a friendly way,
helped me on by my elbow.
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