“Well, to that I shall not say no,” said Matron graciously, “for as I was saying to Nurse Poulter, it may be all downhill to the village, but say what you will it is all uphill coming back. She has a very nice piece she recited at the men’s last concert about the road winding uphill; sweetly expressive it was. It is au revoir then.”
Leslie flicked Crumpet and they were soon at the station where the chicken ration was sitting waiting for them, also a parcel from the Winter Overcotes ironmonger, which appeared to consist entirely of corners. Lydia said it looked as if one of them would have to walk back if Matron was coming, but Leslie said one never knew how much Crumpet’s cart would hold till one tried. As Lydia sat screwed sideways, Selina’s bundle of curtains looming over her, one of th
