“Well, it’s almost time we slipped back into our own day. But before we do that, you shall just have a glimpse of the Chepe.”
“The Chepe? What does that mean?”
“Didn’t we drive down Cheapside this morning?”
“Yes. I remember it. That busy street near St. Paul’s, was Cheapside.”
“And do you remember Bow Church in Cheapside?”
“Yes,” said Betty eagerly. “It has a lovely steeple with a dragon on the top. I always remember it because the bells that Dick Whittington heard, were the bells of Bow Church.”
THE CANTERBURY PILGRIMS
“Well, come and see Cheapside as it looks now at the end of the fourteenth century. It isn’t called Cheapside yet. The people of London call it the Chepe, which is an old English word for market. The Chepe (Cheapside in our day) is the great market-place of London. We needn’t walk to it. Just shut your eyes and wish yourself there. A magic visit such as this has many advantages. One of them is that we needn’t tire ourselves with walking.”
Betty did as she was told, and a second later looked round her.