I shouldn't mind it so much if we lived there.' The thoughtful carpet had dumped the children down in a dusky space behind the point where the corners of two stalls met.

The floor was littered with string and brown paper, and baskets and boxes were heaped along the wall.
The children crept out under a stall covered with all sorts of table-covers and mats and things, embroidered beautifully by idle ladies with no real work to do.

They got out at the end, displacing a sideboard-cloth adorned with a tasteful pattern of blue geraniums.

The girls got out unobserved, so did Cyril; but Robert, as he cautiously emerged, was actually walked on by Mrs Biddle, who kept the stall.

Her large, solid foot stood firmly on the small, solid hand of Robert and who can blame Robert if he DID yell a little?
A crowd instantly collected.