“How does it work, anyway? When will it be Molly’s turn? When a really long time has passed and many ladies have come and gone, it’s Molly’s turn. What is she getting?
′ A bag....′ A bag of something. Whar was it? ‘A bag....’
Now everyone is looking at Molly. What good does that do? Can’t they look at something else? ‘A bag....’
“But Johnny has only thought in his head and that’s his beloved bicycle, he just sits there staring at it, examining it, and gauging its chances of a life after this.”
“Oh, dear! Oh, dear!′ wailed Katie Morag, looking at the five soggy parcels. ‘All the addresses are smudged and I won’t know which parcel is for which house now!’ Only Grannie’s parcel was still recognizable for its red label.”