But you and me, we remember together, don't we, Lyddy?
Now, do _you_ remember one night as there come a soldier into the shop, a soldier as wanted to buy--' 'A looking-glass!' Lydia exclaimed.

'I know! I remember!' 'A looking-glass! And when he'd paid for it, he took up his stick an' smashed the glass right in the middle, then walked off with it under his arm!' 'Why, what years it must be since I thought of that, grandad! And I ran away, frightened!' 'I was frightened myself too.

And we never could understand it! Last night, when I was lying awake, that soldier came back to me, and I laughed so; and I thought, I'll ask Lyddy to-morrow if she remembers that.' They both laughed, then pursued their walk.
'Why look,' said Mr.Boddy presently, 'here's Mr.Ackroyd a-comin' along!' Lydia had already seen him; that was why she had become silent.
'You're not going to stop, are you, grandad ?' she asked, under her breath.
'Why no, my dear?
Not if you don't wish.' 'I'd rather not.' Ackroyd was walking with his hands in his pockets, looking carelessly about him.

He recognised the two at a little distance, and drew one hand forth.

Till he got quite near he affected not to have seen them; then, without a smile, he raised his hat, and walked past, his pace accelerated.