She was a little woman, with small, beady eyes. Soft white hair hung loosely round her small face. She was dressed in a shabby black dress which reached her ankles, and beneath the dress could be seen shoes which were dirty and worn. On her dainty hands she wore old black gloves with little frills round the edges.
In her hand was a string bag containing a piece of pumpkin and some tomatoes. Beside her trotted a little brown dog wearing a leather collar with the name "Pips" printed on it. She called her dog softly and kindly as she crossed the busy street and disappeared into the crowd. That was the last I saw of that dear old lady.