She wore a large hat with dyed feathers.

She had black, untidy-looking hair, and her face was red.

One of the men made a noise with his lips as an accompaniment.
There was the little boy, too--a pasty-faced little boy with a curl on his forehead, who cried because he had eaten too much.

One of the men sat some distance apart from the others and stared at you--stared at you for quite a long time." "I remember it perfectly," she declared.

"It was last Whit-Monday.
Hateful people they were, all of them.