We had a bun or two at different shops--out of the shillings--and it was quite late in the afternoon when we got to Fleet Street.

The gas was lighted and the electric lights.

There is a jolly Bovril sign that comes off and on in different coloured lamps.

We went to the Daily Recorder office, and asked to see the Editor.

It is a big office, very bright, with brass and mahogany and electric lights.
They told us the Editor wasn't there, but at another office.