The Voices were still distant; a few people, passing swiftly through the dusk, preceded them.

Far down the vista of the lighted avenue dark figures crossed and recrossed the street, silhouetted against the gas-lights; some were running.

A man called out something as they passed him.

Suddenly, right ahead in the darkness, they encountered people gathered before the boarded fence of a vacant lot, a silent crowd shouldering, pushing, surging back and forth, swarming far out along the dimly lighted avenue.
"There's a bulletin posted there," whispered Ailsa.

"Could you lift me in your arms ?" Her brother-in-law stooped, clasped her knees, and lifted her high up above the sea of heads.