Better let her be." "Oh, Kinky," said Janet, "how can we! The poor old thing, and her daughter waiting to see her!" "Daughter!" Kink snorted.

"She's got no daughter.

She's trying it on." "How horrid you are!" Janet said.

"I mean to give her a lift, anyway." "It's against my advice," said Kink.

"Anyway, promise me you won't give her any money." "Very well," said Janet, and she invited the old woman to sit on a chair at the back of the caravan.
"The saints protect you for your kindness!" said the old woman, getting to her feet and making her way up the steps with more ease than Janet had dared to expect.