“He was a cocky little bantam of a man, with a rather high voice, and a silly way of clearing his throat. He left his van at the bottom of the road and came along carrying his basket on his arm. Hallo, kids, he said, as he came up to the gate. Having a swing-swong, eh? Shall we take the bread to our cook for you? asked Pip. Well - there are thieves about, you know! said the baker, pretending to look scared. My word - I nearly ran into one yesterday, up at Mrs Williamss. Did you hear tell about that? What happened? asked Larry, thinking it would be a good thing to let him talk. Well, nothing really so far as Im concerned, said the baker. I goes up there as usual, carrying my bread on my arm in my basket, like I always does. I knocks on the kitchen door before I remembers that Cookie is out. I sees the groceries on the table, and a parcel by the door, and I says, Ah, the grocer girls been and left her things, and sos the postman. Now its your turn, baker! He grinn...ed at them as if he had said something rather clever.MoreLessShow More Show Less
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