Your mind demands but little then, so long as you can secure a peaceful oblivion.
So, in the face of others who turned back, she mounted the stairway on to the roof of the 'bus.

There she was alone, and, pulling the tarpaulin covering around her, she seated herself on the little bench farthest from the driver.

The little bell tinkled twice, viciously--all drivers and conductors are made vicious by a steady rain--and they moved out into the swim of the traffic, as a steamer puts out from its pier.
On bright evenings it was the most enjoyable part of the journey home, this ride from Piccadilly Circus to Hammersmith.

From there onwards in the tram to Kew Bridge, it became uninteresting.

The shops were not so bright; the people not so well dressed.