Arthur Hughes Phyllis

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You know I can’t hold the needles properly, mother.’
‘Try for your mother.’
‘ Yes, mother,’ said Ludmilla.
‘And don’t go near the window. We don’t want people upset.’ ‘Yes, mother. And you make sure you put your to herself.
Mrs Cake spent a lot of the time grumbling. Her mouth was constantly moving, as if she was trying to dislodge a troublesome pip from somewhere in the back of her teeth.
She reached the high black gates of the University and hesitated again, as if listeninpremonition on, mum. You know your eyesight isn’t what it was.’Mrs Cake watched her daughter go upstairs. Then she locked the front door behind her and strode towards Unseen University where, she’d heard, there was too much nonsense of all sorts.Anyone watching Mrs Cake’s progress along the street would have noticed one or two odd details.Despite her erratic gait, no-one bumped into her. They weren’t avoiding her, she just wasn’t where they were.At one point she hesitated, and stepped into an alleyway. A moment later a barrel rolled off a cart that was unloading outside a tavern and smashed on the cobbles where she would have been. She stepped out of the alley and over the wreckage, grumblingg