Julie looked out of the window. 'Where is Budapest?' she thought. 'I want to go there. I want to go to Vienna, to Paris, to Rome, to Athens., Her green eyes were bored and angry. Through the window she watched the little villages and hills of England.
The man in the brown hat looked at Julie. ' you' re right,' he said to Bill. 'You can have a good time on holiday in England. We alwayy go to Brighton, me and the wife. But the weather! We went one year, and if rained every day. Morning, afternoon, and night. It's true. It never stopped raining.'He laughed loudly. 'We nearly went home after the first week.'