s in tanding about, t’s covered e and  one  stuck some in. I didn’t really  any tea, but I o see the inside.

    tly turned bot used to be to tea-rooms. As for t tbin used to stand and Fattle patco gro all over and dolled it up ic tables and  to ts! texts on t on opposite sides of ternoons! t tique style teleg tables and a er plates -not. Do you notice o make it in ty tea-rooms? It’s part of tiqueness, I suppose. And instead of an ordinary ress t ea, and sen minutes getting it. You knoea— Cea, so  you could t’s er till you put tting almost exactly and. I could almost  a ‘piece’, as o call it, from t t gave me a most peculiar feeling t I ences and t if t simultaneously I o tell somebody t I’d been born  I belonged to t I really felt) t to me. tea. t  if I  been teet into one of t me.  titute. But in to speak. I said:

    ‘have you been in Lower Binfield long?’

    Sarted, looked surprised, and didn’t ansried again:

    ‘I used to live in Lower Binfleld myself, a good while ago.’

    Again no ans I couldn’t  of t oo muco go in for back-c omers. Besides, s I rying to get off  elling , it  interest . I paid t.

    I o t I’d been o, o kno I needn’t  a face I knes. It seemed as if toion.

    to to ery. to t I didn’t kno to find. I on  scytt tcre-ser and ete one anot as if till singing at eac got er all. Born in ‘43 and ‘departed  en Ser, as usual. Ser died in ‘26.  a time old et  t t under a , and in tctle crosses. All gone to dust. Old obacco-coloured teetiger