he didn’t think much of the ticket. He examined carefully the piece of green cardboard which he held in his paw. “It doesn’t seem much to get for eighty pence,” he said. After all the lovely whirring and clanking noises the ticket machine had made, it did seem disappointing. He’d expected much more for his money.
I suppose,” she said to Paddington as they stepped on the escalator, “we ought really to carry you. It says you’re supposed to carry dogs, but it doesn’t say anything about bears.
Mr. and Mrs. Brown first met Paddington on a railway platform. In fact, that was how he came to have such an unusual name for a bear, for Paddington was the name of the station.
