A bundle of sloppy parsley slips from the hawker's cart and topples over the wheel in driblets.

The puddles in the sacks overflow and run together.

The dog has twisted his chain round a barrel and yelps sharply.

As if in response comes a rush of other dogs.

A terrified fox-terrier tears across the square with half a score of mongrels, the butcher's mastiff and some collies at his heels; he is doubtless a stranger who has insulted them by his glossy coat.