"When we get this far out we can see there must be quite a little smoke hanging over the town," she said.

"I suppose that's because it's growing.

As it grows bigger it seems to get ashamed of itself, so it makes this cloud and hides in it.

Papa says it used to be a bit nicer when he lived here: he always speaks of it differently--he always has a gentle look, a particular tone of voice, I've noticed.

He must have been very fond of it.