A London school teacher was taking the register after lunch and getting increasingly annoyed by the excuses the children were giving for being late.
"Where have you been, Billy?"
"Up Primrose Hill, Miss."
"Well sit down and don't be late again!"
Just as he sat down, another boy appeared.
"You're 10 minutes late, Jack. What's your excuse?"
"I was up Primrose Hill with Billy, Miss."
"Get out of my sight, boy!"
No sooner had he reached his desk than two more boys rushed in out of breath.
"Why are you two late?" snapped the teacher.
"We've been up Primrose Hill with Billy and Jack, Miss."
"Well get to your places and don't do it again!"
By this time the teacher was beside herself with rage and pounced on the next child who entered the class - a very pretty girl in pigtails who was so out of breath she could barely stand.
"And I suppose YOU'VE been up Primrose Hill, too, have you?"
"No Miss, I AM Primrose Hill".