George trudged on. London was a very big place he thought.
"Look George, over the road, Great-Grandfather's shop," said
George's father. He and George had come to London, not only to
see the sights but to visit great-grandfather's shop. George had
never been to London, nor had he known that his great-grandfather,
who had died long ago, had owned a shop there.
George stared across the road.. The shop stared back, its two
bulging windows and the door between looking like a pair of eyes
and a nose. " What do they sell," he asked his father. "Wait and
see," was the reply. George took another look. "James Storey and
Co. Estd 1750," read a sign over the shop door.
"Lot of people been through that door," exclaimed his father.
"Princes, prime ministers, lawyers, film stars, pop stars and folk
just like us George." They crossed the street.