"He's probably never been there in his little life.

It's two miles beyond the tram terminus if it's a yard.

My place is just across the river, and there's a ferry that pretty well drops you there.

Tell you what I'll do.
I'll see you down and then skip over." "What about your stuff, though ?" queried Peter.
"Oh?
bless you, I can get a lorry to collect that.

That's one use in being A.S.C., at any rate." "It's jolly decent of you," said Peter.
"Not a bit, old dear," returned the other.