And yet it was silly to turn round; it gave you away.

She pulled up her gloves, hummed to herself and said to the distant gum-tree, "Shan't be long now." But that was hardly company.
Mrs.Stubbs's shop was perched on a little hillock just off the road.

It had two big windows for eyes, a broad veranda for a hat, and the sign on the roof, scrawled MRS.

STUBBS'S, was like a little card stuck rakishly in the hat crown.
On the veranda there hung a long string of bathing-dresses, clinging together as though they'd just been rescued from the sea rather than waiting to go in, and beside them there hung a cluster of sandshoes so extraordinarily mixed that to get at one pair you had to tear apart and forcibly separate at least fifty.

Even then it was the rarest thing to find the left that belonged to the right.