Let's go and call on Miss Ford.

She might have grassy sandwiches." There was a most abrupt and disturbing draught in Miss Ford's sleek and decorous flat as the witch and the Mayor entered it.

The serenity of the night and the morning had been suddenly obliterated, and Kensington suffered a gust or two of gritty wind which blew the babies home from the Gardens, and kept all the window-gazers in the High Street on the alert with their fingers on the triggers of their umbrellas.
But no rain fell.

Rain cannot fall in this book of fine weather.
The draught that intruded into the flat ruffled the neat hair of five persons, Miss Ford herself, Lady Arabel Higgins, Miss Ivy MacBee, Mr.
Bernard Tovey, and Mr.Darnby Frere.
Miss MacBee always seemed to be seated on tenterhooks, even in the most comfortable of chairs.

Her Spartan spine never consented graciously to the curves of cushions.