“All right,” said Bill, “all right. But you aren’t the only clever ones. There’s some that knows a bit more than you. Where’s old Beetle’s silver cup, eh?”
“Well, where is it, then?” said Doris.
But Bill with a sudden access of virtuous industry, began to roll empty milk-churns along the platform, thus drowning all attempts at further questioning.
“Barmy!” said Lily-Annie scornfully to Doris.
Lydia, although friendly and adventurous in casual relationships, had never before been for a walk with a stationmaster, and had an uneasy feeling that everyone would stare. But Winter Overcotes early on a cold, dark winter morning had quite enough to do in getting its rations, hurrying to its office, standing in a queue at the Food Office, rushing into the W.V.S. office for information about a ru
