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Anne looked round and saw Robin Dale.

"Hullo, Robin," she said. "I didn't know it was American."

Robin began to explain that our allies were lending us railway engines, but the noise of engine, trucks and ear-splitting whistle made it impossible to hear, so Anne shook her head violently. When the train had got through the station she turned to Robin and said: "I love watching trains come under the bridge. It makes me feel like Lady Godiva."

"And might one ask why?" said Robin, "especially in view of an almost total wacancy of the kind of hair needed for the part?"

Anne's grey eyes gleamed in appreciation of Robin's Dickens phraseology and she said, seriously, "I mean the beginning;

'I waited for the train at Coventry.'"

"Well, I always thought that half my intellect had gone with my foot," said Robin, "and now I know it."

"It's Tennyson," said Anne, with an anxious look at him, fearing that she had said something silly.

"Then I must read him," said Robin.

"Haven't you ever?" said Anne, incredulous. "Oh Robin, you must."