Tales of the Five Towns

arrived at the Turk's Head at two twenty-five. She was there before him, dressed all in blue, except the white shoes and stockings, weighing herself on the machine in the ya

nd the yardman said it wanted exercise, and there was a dogcart and harness idling about

stions, but the moment

down a country lane who would hesitate to get up behind a five-year-old animal (in need of exercise) for a spin down Broad Street, Hanbridge, on Knype Wakes Sunday. Ellis could drive; he could just drive. His father had always steadfastly refused to keep hors

. The mare m

th,' said the yar

lackened the reins, and

whether he should do it, for the passage seemed a size too small. However, he did it, or the m

n thread, so it seemed. And then the dog, growing accustomed to his prominence up there on the dogcart, began to be a bit doggy. He knew the little thing's age and weight, but, rea

Ellis, 'the d

r for the day, and aunt's l

you've come

ughed deliciously.

s two hundred rooms. It would not entirely disgrace Northumberland Avenue. In the Five Towns it is august, imposing, and unique. They had

shop in Fleet Road, and Ellis learnt that she adored ice-cr

n throughout consisted chiefly of Ada's teeth. Ellis said he would return by a different route, and he managed to get lost. How anyone driving to Hanbridge from Sneyd could arrive at the mining village of Silverton is a mystery. But Ellis arrived there, and he ultimately came out at Hillport, the aristocratic suburb of Bursley,

ce of his mind, to which she objected. As they crossed the railway-bridge a goods

tively, and touched her with the w

still. Ellis sawed her mouth; he might as well have sawed the funnel of a locomotive. He had meant to turn off and traverse Bursley by secluded streets, but he perceived that safety lay solely in letting her go straight ahea

d,' he said mas

jerked the mare to the left

ngles, and pieces of glass covering the pavement, he could not believe that he and his dogcart had done that, especially as neither the m

enkins wa

el-goers on their way to the Sytch Chapel, which the Carter family

rt. He knew that speech was demanded of

mp-post, bent, moveless, unnatura

out on the spree with a Wakes girl in a dogcart on Sunday afternoon, and had got into such a condition

hree days-a fearful warning to al

l! If he had not chosen that particular lamp-post, visible both from the market-place and St. Luke's Square! If he had only contrived to destroy a less obtrusive lamp-post in some unfrequented street! And if it had

his transgression. He lay awake

ot the glorious thing he had thought. However, he cut a heroic figure at the dogs' club. Every admir