The lads trooped out, injured and innocent.
Albert was left in his shirt-sleeves and without a collar.
"What is it?" asked the girl.
"Can I 'ave me things, Miss?"
His face was stiff and impenetrable.
She handed him the long drab coat on the platform.
"And me 'at, Miss."
"Is this yours?"
"Yes, Miss."
She passed him the picture-hat. Albert received it with immobile face.