She had a delightful smile.
"How awful for you! But I'm not going anywhere near there.

I'm so sorry I can't help." The taxicab slid away and Nan stood once more forlornly watching the stream go by.

The precious moments were slipping past, and no one in the world looked in the least as if they were going to Paddington.

The driver, superbly unconcerned, lit up a cigarette, while Nan stood in the middle of the road, which seemed suddenly to have almost emptied of traffic.
All at once a taxi sped up the wide road with only a single suit-case up-ended in front beside the chauffeur.

She planted herself directly in its path, and waved so frantically that the driver slowed up, although with obvious reluctance.