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We rambled out to sketch this afternoon. It was very hot, and we lay down under a tree and slept for half-an-hour. Suddenly Violet Brown started up.
"Here's Antonio!" she cried, and the Italian drew his van to the side of the road.
"A slider for each of us," I said, and he began to hustle. My turn came last.
"You like a glass, zir, instead of a zlider?" said Antonio.
"Yes," I replied, "a jolly good suggestion; I haven't had the joy of licking an ice-cream glass dry for many a long day."
It was glorious.
On the way back a girl bought sweets at the village shop. She gave me one.
"Please, sir, it's one of them changing kind," she said.