“’Alice’isbest，“saidJeremy，sighing。“Youknowitbetterthantheothers。“Hecurledhimselfintoacornerofthewindow-seat。
Fromhispositiontherehehadafineview。Immediatelybelowhimwasthegarden，whiteandgreyunderthegreysky，thebrokenfountainstandinguplikeasnowmaninthemiddleofit。Thesnowhadceasedtofallandagreatstillnessheldtheworld。
Beyondthelittleirongateofthegardenthatalwayssneezed“Tishoo“whenyouclosedit，wasthetopofOrangeStreet；thendownthehillontherightwasthetowerofhisfather’schurch；exactlyoppositethegatewastheroadthatledtotheOrchards，andontherightofthatwasthePolchesterHighSchoolforYoungLadies，heldingreatcontemptbyJeremy，themorethatHelenwouldshortlybeaday-boarderthere，wouldscreamwiththeothergirls，and，worstofall，wouldsoonbeseenwalkingwithherarmroundanothergirl’sneck，chatteringandeatingsweets……
Thewholeworldseemeddeserted。Nocolour，nomovement，nosound。
Hesighedoncemore——“I’dliketoeatjamandjam——lotsofit，“hethought。“Itwouldbefuntobesick。“