I know she has some." The night was by then far from young, in fact it was well into its second childhood.

But Sarah Brown and the Dog David sought and tried on land outfits for several hours.
The shop was divided into three horizontal departments.

Nearest the floor were the foodstuffs; biscuit tins buttressed the counter on every side; regiments of Grape-nuts, officered by an occasional Quaker Oat, stood in review order all round the lower shelves.

On the counter little castles of tinned fruit were built, while bins beneath it held the varied grain, cereal, and magic stock.

About on a level with one's head the hardware department began: frying-pans lolled with tin coffee-pots over racks, dust-pans divorced from their brushes were platonically attached to flat-irons or pie-dishes, Stephen's Inks were allied with penny mugs or tins of boot polish in an invasion of the middle shelves, and a wreath of sponges crowned the champion of a row of kettles in shining armour.