He saw white-capped girls cleaning door-knobs or windows, or running along the streets, like escaped nuns, or staring in soft meditation from bedroom windows.

And the tradesmen's boys were continually leaping in and out of carts, or off and on tricycles, busily distributing food and drink, as though Putney had been a beleaguered city.

It was extremely interesting and mysterious--and what made it the most mysterious was that the oligarchy of superior persons for whom these boys and girls so assiduously worked, remained invisible.

He passed a newspaper shop and found his customary delight in the placards.
This morning the _Daily Illustrated_ announced nothing but: "Portrait of a boy aged 12 who weighs 20 stone." And the _Record_ whispered in scarlet: "What the German said to the King.

Special." The _Journal_ cried: "Surrey's glorious finish." And the _Courier_ shouted: "The Unwritten Law in the United States.