Stocking-stitch
They seemed two ordinary enough old women Nudging seventy, one pearl, one plain. Victoria coach station breeds about ten A minute, too tight or poor to go by train.
Pearl, in crushed velvet with the matching hat Spoke first. 'London is not our city any more With all those — blacks',-she whined through pursed lips And clutched her purse. 'I have been mugged before'.
The plain one, in a crimplene stippled suit, grinned Like a defective. 'Tut, tut, tut', she clicked In sympathy (but not too much of it, thinking, `Dolled up like that, what can the fool expect?') Pearl trundled off to Sevenoaks, while Missis Plain Boarded my coach, and fastened upon her knitting. `London, at heart, is perfectly all right', she said.
`It's simply a sly old dog that needs outwitting'. Jean Hayes
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