If you make this picture in your mind's-eye, just add a window above the awning, and over the fringe of marigolds in the window-box put the draper's wife dancing a rosy-cheeked baby.

Alas! my words are only black and white, I fear, and this picture needs a palette drenched in primary colours.
Along the street, a short distance, is the old watchmaker's.

Set in the hedge at the gate is a glass case with _Multum in Parvo_ painted on the woodwork.

Within, a little stand of trinkets revolves slowly; as slowly, I imagine, as the current of business in that quiet street.

The house stands a trifle back and is covered thickly with ivy, while over the entrance-door of the shop is a great round clock set in a green frame of clustering vine.