Presently an idea came to her that she thought worth keeping, and she thrust her hand into her pocket for paper and pencil.

She drew out a crumpled oblong scrap and wrote on the back of it, then unlocked the little bag again and put it carefully in.

Before it had been only the check of the _Illustrated Age_ for a fortnight's work; now it was the record of something valuable.
The train rolled into a black and echoing station as the light in the carriage began to turn from the uncertain grayness that came in at the window to the uncertain yellowness that descended from the roof.

Boys ran up and down the length of the platform in the foggy gaslit darkness shouting Banbury cakes and newspapers.

Elfrida hated Banbury cakes, but she had a consuming hunger and bought some.