In front sat Mrs.Westmacott clad in a heather tweed pea-jacket, a skirt which just{ ?} passed her knees and a pair of thick gaiters of the same material.

She had a great bundle of red papers under her arm, while Charles, who sat behind her clad in Norfolk jacket and knickerbockers, bore a similar roll protruding from either pocket.
Even as they watched, the pair eased up, the lady sprang off, impaled one of her bills upon the garden railing of an empty house, and then jumping on to her seat again was about to hurry onwards when her nephew drew her attention to the two gentlemen upon the footpath.
"Oh, now, really I didn't notice you," said she, taking a few turns of the treadle and steering the machine across to them.

"Is it not a beautiful morning ?" "Lovely," answered the Doctor.

"You seem to be very busy." "I am very busy." She pointed to the colored paper which still fluttered from the railing.

"We have been pushing our propaganda, you see.