Lilly would climb out of the window and sit for hours watching the behaviour of the great draught-horses which brought the mountains of boxes and vegetables.

Funny half-human creatures they seemed, so massive and fleshy, yet so Cockney.

There was one which could not bear donkeys, and which used to stretch out its great teeth like some massive serpent after every poor diminutive ass that came with a coster's barrow.
Another great horse could not endure standing.

It would shake itself and give little starts, and back into the heaps of carrots and broccoli, whilst the driver went into a frenzy of rage.
There was always something to watch.

One minute it was two great loads of empty crates, which in passing had got entangled, and reeled, leaning to fall disastrously.