It was bitingly cold despite the sunshine. The slow-moving Cam was dappled with the last yellow leaves of autumn, and a vicious little wind stirred the dust along Silver Street.
She bought fruit, bacon, and sausages, enough to provide supper and a breakfast and to give her time o check the provisions in Eileen's store cupboard.
She also bought a box of chocolates for Lovell and flowers for the invalid; and, at the last minute, dived into a shabby toy shop for crayons and balloons. Thus armed, she returned to the car, and having deposited her purchases, decided to treat herself to a splendid lunch at the garden House hotel nearby.
She was on her way again, much fortified, within the hour.
- from No Holly for Miss Quinn
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