She studied the pleasure announcements on the motor-buses as they swayed along.
Stella Starcross—The Lady from the Sea—This evening, Betty Buttermilk and Co.—Rose Tournesol—Mr. and Mrs. Mary’s Season: The Carmelite—The Shop Boy—Clemenza di Tito. To-night!
Miss Sinquier blinked.
Meanwhile the family teapot was becoming a bore.
Until the shops should open up it might be well to take a taxi and rest in the Park for an hour.
The weather was clearing fast; the day showed signs of heat.
She hailed a passing cab.
“Hyde Park,” she murmured, climbing slowly in.
She thrilled.
Upon the floor and over the cushions of the cab was sprinkled fresh confetti—turquoise, pink and violet, gold and green.