Last Tuesday Henry Brown took his sons George, Richard and Fred to see London. They live not far from London in a small town called Greenfield. They went by train. When the train arrived, Mr. Brown opened the door and the boys jumped in. When the train stopped at a station on the way an old lady came in. She had a bag with her name and address on it: Mrs. Smith, 13 Northway Road Chester. She had a little dog. Its name was Micky. After ten minutes they came to Victoria Station. Mr. Brown said, 'Come on boys, we shall take a bus now.' They took a bus and Mr Brown said, "We shall cross the River Thames and go to the hotel in Fleet Street. We shall have lunch there."