It was a brass plate on a door next to a shop--a very grand place, where they sold bonnets and hats--all very bright and smart, and no tickets on them to tell you the price.

We rang a bell and a boy opened the door and we asked for Mr Rosenbaum.

The boy was not polite; he did not ask us in.

So then Dicky gave him his visiting card; it was one of Father's really, but the name is the same, Mr Richard Bastable, and we others wrote our names underneath.

I happened to have a piece of pink chalk in my pocket and we wrote them with that.
Then the boy shut the door in our faces and we waited on the step.