Chapter XXXGreta talked the whole way home:
‘Wasn’t it a frightful thing to happen? Didn’t I have a most frightfully narrow escape?’
‘How did it happen?’ said Charles.
‘Margaret and I were going across, and Freddy was going with us, and I heard the bus coming and I said, “Oh!” And Margaret said “Don’t be silly”, and I started to run. And someone pushed me frightfully hard, and I fell right under the bus.’
She held Charles tightly by the hand; her fingers were warm and clinging. She went on talking:
‘I always did hate crossings, but now I shall hate them more than ever. Charles, it was frightful. Someone pushed me right under the bus.’
‘You must have slipped,’ said Charles.
He tried to draw his hand away, but she held it tight.
‘No, I didn’t—not till I was pushed. I was just beginni
