'Then Charles has not forgotten, after all.' 'Excuse me,' said Mrs Biddle, with fierce politeness, 'these objects are deposited behind MY stall.

Some unknown donor who does good by stealth, and would blush if he could hear you claim the things.

Of course they are for me.' 'My stall touches yours at the corner,' said poor Miss Peasmarsh, timidly, 'and my cousin did promise--' The children sidled away from the unequal contest and mingled with the crowd.

Their feelings were too deep for words--till at last Robert said-- 'That stiff-starched PIG!' 'And after all our trouble! I'm hoarse with gassing to that trousered lady in India.' 'The pig-lady's very, very nasty,' said Jane.
It was Anthea who said, in a hurried undertone, 'She isn't very nice, and Miss Peasmarsh is pretty and nice too.

Who's got a pencil ?' It was a long crawl, under three stalls, but Anthea did it.