There! Restless, he flew to the next tree.

She heard his song more faintly.

Beyond it was the humming of the wheels and the wind rushing.
She spent tenpence on lunch.
"Dear, miss, she's left her umbrella," grumbled the mottled woman in the glass box near the door at the Express Dairy Company's shop.
"Perhaps I'll catch her," answered Milly Edwards, the waitress with the pale plaits of hair; and she dashed through the door.
"No good," she said, coming back a moment later with Fanny's cheap umbrella.

She put her hand to her plaits.
"Oh, that door!" grumbled the cashier.
Her hands were cased in black mittens, and the finger-tips that drew in the paper slips were swollen as sausages.
"Pie and greens for one.

Large coffee and crumpets.