Cuthbert gratified the little girl's curiosity by taking her up and down Paul's Walk as they passed through St.Paul's Churchyard, and by the time they gained Fleet Street and Temple Bar she had reached the limit of her farthest walk westward.
They spent several minutes before the clock of St.Dunstan's in the West, and watched the bronze figures striking on their bells as the hour of midday sounded forth from many steeples.

Then Cherry must needs go down to the river banks between the gentlemen's gardens and see how the river looked from here.

She was a little awed by the grandeur of the houses all along the Strand, and wondered mightily what it could feel like to be one of the fine Court dames who drove in and out of the great gates in gilded coaches, or ambled forth upon snow-white palfreys, attended by lackeys afoot and on horseback.
Another hour had passed in delighted watching of the street sights and the fine folks who dwelt in these parts, before Cuthbert led her under the archway of the great courtyard, and told her that this was Lord Andover's house.

It was one of the finest in the Strand, and it was plain that some gay festivity was in foot or in preparation; for there was such a to-ing and fro-ing of serving men, lackeys and scullions, such a clatter of voices, such an air of hurry and jollity on every face, that Cherry could have looked and listened for ever, but that Cuthbert hurried her through the crowd towards a big door opening into the courtyard, and whispered in her ear: "They all be too busy to heed me here.

Come to the house, and see what hap we have there.