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 and extraordinary thing had happened. Then, rubbing his head, he
mounted slowly on to the box and drove away with an uptossed hand
appealing to the universe. The lady smoothed down her dress, pushed back
her hair under her little felt hat, and strode in through the hall-door,
which was closed behind her. As with a whisk her short skirts vanished
into the darkness, the two spectators--Miss Bertha and Miss Monica
Williams--sat looking at each other in speechless amazement. For fifty
years they had peeped through that little window and across that trim
garden, but never yet had such a sight as this come to confound them. "I
wish," said Monica at last, "that we had kept the field." "I am sure I
wish we had," answered her sister. CHAPTER II. BREAKING THE ICE. The
cottage from the window of which the Misses Williams had looked out
stands, and has stood for many a year, in that pleasant suburban
district which lies between Norwood, Anerley, and Forest Hill. Long
before there had been a thought of a township there, when the Metropolis
was still quite a distant thing, old Mr. Williams had inhabited "The
Brambles," as the little house was called, and had owned all the fields
about it. Six or eight such cottages scattered over a rolling
country-side were all the houses to be found there in the days when the
century was young. From afar, when the breeze came from the north, the
dull, low roar of the great city might be heard, like the breaking of
the tide of life, while along the horizon might be seen the dim curtain