The giant rolled after him--when alas, the acolyte of the tea-tray slipped among the vegetables, and down came the tray.

Then tears, and a roar of unfeeling mirth from the giants.

Lilly felt they were going to make it up to him.
Another afternoon a young swell sauntered persistently among the vegetables, and Lilly, seated in his high little balcony, wondered why.
But at last, a taxi, and a very expensive female, in a sort of silver brocade gown and a great fur shawl and ospreys in her bonnet.

Evidently an assignation.

Yet what could be more conspicuous than this elegant pair, picking their way through the cabbage-leaves?
And then, one cold grey afternoon in early April, a man in a black overcoat and a bowler hat, walking uncertainly.