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She did not mind, for instance, telling anyone how Laura called to see her one day when she was living in lodgings in Flodmouth, and there and then invited her to come and keep house. But she could not tell what caused this sudden impulse, because she did not know.
As she glanced up the long hot road outside the garden, her heart almost failed her: but she had collected for the Flodmouth hospital for the past twenty-five years, and a strong sense of duty urged her to continue especially now that the people from whom she generally collected were less able to give, and more houses had to be visited.
Suddenly, the thought swept over her of how she had gloried in the idea of travelling with the other girls who were off to places of business in Flodmouth all so neat, and nicely dressed, and so independent. Now that was spoilt, like everything else. Then the sudden hooting of a motor-bicycle caused her to start aside, and Wilf careered past cap correctly poised, slim young body bent forward.
"I wonder if you could do anything for him?" "I'm afraid not. We don't interfere in each other's office arrangements in Flodmouth business circles," he said, teasing her, though he saw and appreciated that kindness always welling up in her like a spring, ready for every one. "All right, old girl.
She felt that cold breath from the immense spaces of eternity to which the young are still sensitive. But the week would soon be over She consoled herself by that thought as she sat before the little window knitting a woollen coat to wear when she went to office in Flodmouth.
And she could not get away from it all. Despite her fine talk about never entering Uncle Creddle's house again, she had found that it would be literally impossible to live in Flodmouth on what she earned at first, and she would be obliged to lodge with Aunt Creddle, going in and out by train every day.
Caroline and Wilf leaned back at their ease in their chairs, making remarks on those who went past. He was tired with the day's work in a stifling office in Flodmouth, and she with her extra household occupations at the Cottage owing to Miss Ethel's indisposition. "Good thing I happen to be only relieving Lillie this week," she said.
And a brief silence followed her words. You could fancy them echoing in every heart there. "I remember getting oranges twelve a penny in Flodmouth," continued Mrs. Bradford, stirred to unwonted intellectual effort. "Twelve a penny! Perhaps you don't believe me, but I did." No one taking up the gage which Mrs. Bradford thus threw down, the guests said farewell and then went out into the starlight.
Those who had come out to the seaside from the hot streets of Flodmouth felt when they emerged from the railway station, as if they were plunging into a cold vapour bath. When Caroline went to relieve her colleague Lillie at tea-time, she was met by a stream of nurses, protesting infants and middle-aged women on their way home.
"Ah yes; when I used to see you come into the front seats at the Flodmouth concerts with your respected father, and me in the shilling gallery, I little thought But it's one down and the other come up in these days, Miss Wilson. Same all the world over." "Look, William!" said the wife, jogging her husband's arm. "That's a beautiful old bureau." Then she turned to Miss Ethel.
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