Magic London

All her life up to the time she was eleven years old, Betty had heard about, but never seen, her godmother. The reason for this, was that until a year ago, Betty's home had been far away in the country, while Godmother Strangeways lived in London. Then, just when the child's father and mother moved to town, Godmother decided to travel abroad. So it happened that Betty had been more than a year in London before she met the old lady who afterwards made such a difference in her life. ... Godmother's little car duly came round next morning, and after a drive, Betty found herself in a tiny room, in a tiny house, in a tiny street close to Westminster Abbey, seated opposite to a very handsome old lady. "I'm sorry my godchild doesn't like London," this old lady remarked suddenly, in the midst of a conversation about something else. Betty blushed and looked uncomfortable. She felt shy of her godmother who, as she had always heard, was very clever but "eccentric"--a word she thought meant different from other people.