In his abominable speeches before the war Gedge used to point out these children to unsympathetic Wellingsfordians as the Infant Martyrs of an Accursed Capitalism.
Betty pulled up the car at Number Seven.

Marigold sprang out, helped her down, and would have walked up the narrow flagged path to knock at the door.

But she declined his aid, and he stood sentry by the gap where the wicket gate of the garden should have been.

I saw the door open on Betty's summons, and a brawny, tousled, red-faced woman appear--a most horrible and forbidding female, although bearing traces of a once blowsy beauty.

As in most cottages hereabouts, you entered straight from garden-plot into the principal livingroom.