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Not the charge and roaring of the huge red busses, not the glimpse of Westminster's towers beside the Thames, not the sight of the pale tall houses of Carlton House Terrace, so much delighted Sam and proved to him that incredibly he was in London as did a milk cart on its afternoon delivery--that absurd little cart, drawn by a pony, with the one big brassy milk container, instead of a truck filled with precise bottles.
-"That certainly is old-fashioned!" he muttered in the taxicab, greatly content.