In the railway carriage he glowed with good fellowship toward the other passengers; the rain-beaten hop-lands rejoiced his eyes, and the first houses of London were so many friendly faces greeting his return.

From the station he drove to his shop.

Allchin, engaged in serving a lady, forgot himself at the sight of Mr.Jollyman, and gave a shout of welcome.

All was right, nothing troublesome had happened; trade better than usual at this time of year.
"He'll have to put up the shutters," said Allchin confidentially, with a nod in the direction of the rival grocer.

"His wife's been making a row in the shop again--disgraceful scene--talk of the 'ole neighbourhood.