It was a poky little shop, and the man was arranging furniture outside on the pavement very cunningly so that the more broken parts should show as little as possible.
The wide High Street, even at the busy morning hour almost as quiet as a dream-street, lay bathed in sunshine.
And, sure enough, over the top of the forest, where it ran down in a tongue among the meadows, and ended in a pair of goodly green elms, about a bowshot from the field where they were standing, a flight of birds was skimming to and fro, in evident disorder.
Character:
Two persons were within; the first he readily knew to be Dame Hatch; the second, a tall and beautiful and grave young lady, in a long, embroidered dress—could that be Joanna Sedley?
Jerry's name was Gerald and not Jeremiah, whatever you may think; and Jimmy's name was James, and Kathleen was never called by her name at all, but Cathy, or Catty, or Cat.
