The lattice window, already ajar, was pushed wide open, and a shock head was thrust through.<br />&lsquo;They&rsquo;re coming, Miss Phoebe!&rsquo; proclaimed a shrill voice. &lsquo;They&rsquo;ve got a huge waggon. There&rsquo;s four of them, and a whole squad of kids.&rsquo;<br />Phoebe looked up eagerly from her knitting. &lsquo;Coming, Reg? You&rsquo;ve seen them, then? Where are they? Oh, if only I could get out to see them!&rsquo; She finished with a sigh and an impatient glance round.<br />&lsquo;I&rsquo;ll come in and wheel you, Miss Phoebe, if that&rsquo;s all,&rsquo; said Reg promptly. &lsquo;Where&rsquo;s Debby gone, any-road?&rsquo;<br />&lsquo;She had to go into Garnley to the bank. She locked the door and took the key with her. You&rsquo;d need to get the chair round by the back. Do you think you could manage?&rsquo; Phoebe sounded doubtful.<br />&lsquo;Manage right enough. There&rsquo;s no step, and the chair runs easy. I know. I helped Debby oil her last night.&rsquo; Reg looked about. &lsquo;No flowers nor anything I&rsquo;d upset, is there? Then I&rsquo;ll get through.&rsquo; And he swung a sturdy leg over the window-sill and dropped down into the room easily. &lsquo;There y&rsquo;are, Miss Phoebe! Got a shawl or summat to put over you?&rsquo;