The hose came up warm and newly pressed from the workrooms.

Paul had made out the invoices.

Now he had the packing up and addressing to do, then he had to weigh his stock of parcels on the scales.

Everywhere voices were calling weights, there was the chink of metal, the rapid snapping of string, the hurrying to old Mr.Melling for stamps.

And at last the postman came with his sack, laughing and jolly.