"I don't believe 'e's coming, and I don't mind 'oo 'ears me sye so," said Myra. "So there!"
"'Ot work," I said, wiping my brow.
"Nar, not up there. Not 'ot. Nice and breezy like."
"But 'e's nearer the sun than wot we are, ain't 'e?"
"Ah, but 'e's not 'ot. Not up there."
"'Ere, there 'e is," cried Myra, jumping up excitedly. "Over there. 'Ow naow, it's a bird. I declare I quite thought it was 'im. Silly of me."
There was silence for a little, and then Archie took a sandwich out of his pocket.
"Wunner wot they'll invent next," he said, and munched stolidly.
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"Well done," said Dahlia.