"Shouldn't wait if you want to see her soon. Should go and fetch her."
"Oh. Is she going somewhere else?"
"No, just the grocer's; it's the only shop round here. But she takes half a morning deciding between two brands of wheat flakes. You take one packet up right firm and put it in her bag and she'll be quite pleased."
Robert thanked her and began to walk away to the end of the street, when she hailed him again.
"Shouldn't leave your car. Take it with you."
"But it's quite a little way, isn't it?"
"Maybe, but it's Saturday."
"Saturday?"
"School's out."
"Oh, I see. But there's nothing in it—" "to steal," he was going to say but amended it to "Nothing in it that's movable."