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CHAPTER V
HE FINDS MUCH QUAINT ENGLISH FLAVOR


Big wharves, all right. England sure is queen of the sea, heh?
Busy town, Liverpool. But, say, there is a quaint English
flavor to these shops.... Look at that: `Red Lion Inn.'...
`Overhead trams' they call the elevated. Real flavor, all
right. English as can be.... I sure like to wander around
these little shops. Street crowd. That's where you get the
real quaint flavor."
Thus Morton, to the glowing Mr. Wrenn, as they turned into St.
George's Square, noting the Lipton's Tea establishment. _Sir_
Thomas Lipton--wasn't he a friend of the king? Anyway, he was
some kind of a lord, and he owned big society racing-yachts.
In the grandiose square Mr. Wrenn prayerfully remarked, "Gee!"
"Greek temple. Fine," agreed Morton.
"That's St. George's Hall, where they have big organ concerts,"
explained Mr. Wrenn. "And there's the art-gallery across the
Square, and here's the Lime Street Station." He had studied his
Baedeker as club women study the cyclopedia.


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