"Dawson and some of the others," pursued Jenny, "tried to wake me in the night, but they couldn't. While we had the lights and the noise, I mean. The first I knew was when I heard someone yelling, 'Get your fresh cockles and winkles.'"
"Did they — er — ring up your grandmother at wherever she's staying?"
"Priory Hill? No. They were afraid to."
"When is your grandmother due to come back?"
"At one o'clock, for lunch. I think she's bringing that clergyman back, the one who's so terribly dead-set against horseracing."
"Holy cats, they haven't got a race-track there, have they?"
"No, no, no! Of course not. And I'm not crying, Martin; I'm only laughing and I can't stop. If you could see this place. Can you please come here soon?"
‘I can be there," Martin told her, "immediately. Wait for me!"
"And so can I be there," Ricky declared in ecstasy. ‘To run you over, old boy. I’d heard about this fair, but I never thought it was going to be anything like this."
Martin looked at H.M.