At seven o'clock the family heard him buy threepennyworth of hot-cross buns; he talked with gusto to the little girl who brought them, calling her "my darling".

He turned away several boys who came with more buns, telling them they had been "kested" by a little lass.

Then Mrs.Morel got up, and the family straggled down.

It was an immense luxury to everybody, this lying in bed just beyond the ordinary time on a weekday.
And Paul and Arthur read before breakfast, and had the meal unwashed, sitting in their shirt-sleeves.

This was another holiday luxury.