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       Bank Holiday was a beautiful day: the cloudless sky threatened a stifling heat for noontide, but early in the morning, when Liza got out of bed and threw open the window, it was fresh and cool. She dressed herself, wondering how she should spend her day; she thought of Sally going off to Chingford with her lover, and of herself remaining alone in the dull street with half the people away. She almost wished it were an ordinary work-day, and that there were no such things as bank holidays. And it seemed to be a little like two Sundays running, but with the second rather worse than the first. Her mother was still sleeping, and she was in no great hurry about getting the breakfast, but stood quietly looking out of the window at the house opposite.

      In a little while she saw Sally coming along. She was arrayed in purple and fine linen—a very smart red dress, trimmed with velveteen, and a tremendous hat covered with feathers. She had reaped the benefit of keeping her hair in curl-papers since Saturday, and her sandy fringe stretched from ear to ear. She was in enormous spirits.

      ''Ulloa, Liza!' she called as soon as she saw her at the window.

      Liza looked at her a little enviously.

      ''Ulloa!' she answered quietly.

      'I'm just goin' to the "Red Lion" to meet 'Arry.'

      'At what time d'yer start?'

      'The brake leaves at 'alf-past eight sharp.'

      'Why, it's only eight; it's only just struck at the church. 'Arry won't be there yet, will he?'

      'Oh, 'e's sure ter be early. I couldn't wite. I've been witin' abaht since 'alf-past six. I've been up since five this morning.'

      'Since five! What 'ave you been doin'?'

      'Dressin' myself and doin' my 'air. I woke up so early. I've been dreamin' all the night abaht it. I simply couldn't sleep.'

      'Well, you are a caution!' said Liza.

      'Bust it, I don't go on the spree every day! Oh, I do 'ope I shall enjoy myself.'

      'Why, you simply dunno where you are!' said Liza, a little crossly.

      'Don't you wish you was comin', Liza?' asked Sally.

      'Na! I could if I liked, but I don't want ter.'

      'You are a coughdrop—thet's all I can say. Ketch me refusin' when I 'ave the chanst.'

      'Well, it's done now. I ain't got the chanst any more.' Liza said this with just a little regret in her voice.

      'Come on dahn to the "Red Lion", Liza, and see us off,' said Sally.

      'No, I'm damned if I do!' answered Liza, with some warmth.

      'You might as well. P'raps 'Arry won't be there, an' you can keep me company till 'e comes. An' you can see the 'orses.'

      Liza was really very anxious to see the brake and the horses and the people going; but she hesitated a little longer. Sally asked her once again. Then she said:

      'Arright; I'll come with yer, and wite till the bloomin' old thing starts.'

      She did not trouble to put on a hat, but just walked out as she was, and accompanied Sally to the public-house which was getting up the expedition.

      Although there was still nearly half an hour to wait, the brake was drawn up before the main entrance; it was large and long, with seats arranged crosswise, so that four people could sit on each; and it was drawn by two powerful horses, whose harness the coachman was now examining. Sally was not the first on the scene, for already half a dozen people had taken their places, but Harry had not yet arrived. The two girls stood by the public-door, looking at the preparations. Huge baskets full of food were brought out and stowed away; cases of beer were hoisted up and put in every possible place—under the seats, under the driver's legs, and even beneath the brake. As more people came up, Sally began to get excited about Harry's non-appearance.

      'I say, I wish 'e'd come!' she said. ''E is lite.'

      Then she looked up and down the Westminster Bridge Road to see if he was in view.

      'Suppose 'e don't turn up! I will give it 'im when 'e comes for keepin' me witin' like this.'

      'Why, there's a quarter of an hour yet,' said Liza, who saw nothing at all to get excited about.

      At last Sally saw her lover, and rushed off to meet him. Liza was left alone, rather disconsolate at all this bustle and preparation. She was not sorry that she had refused Tom's invitation, but she did wish that she had conscientiously been able to accept it. Sally and her friend came up; attired in his Sunday best, he was a fit match for his lady-love—he wore a shirt and collar, unusual luxuries—and be carried under his arm a concertina to make things merry on the way.

      'Ain't you goin', Liza?' he asked in surprise at seeing her without a hat and with her apron on.

      'Na,' said Sally, 'ain't she a soft? Tom said 'e'd tike 'er, an' she wouldn't.'

      'Well, I'm dashed!'

      Then they climbed the ladder and took their seats, so that Liza was left alone again. More people had come along,