The Jumble SaleFOR the past week, posters announcing the jumble sale to be held in the schoolroom in aid of the Church Roof Fund had fluttered from the wall by the bus stop, the grocer's window, and from a hook in the butcher's shop.At the end of afternoon school, Miss Gray and I pushed back the creaking partition between our rooms, and trundled the heavy desks into a long L-shaped counter, in readiness for the people who were coming to price the jumble before the public were admitted at seven o'clock.'I wish I could help you with the pricing,' Miss Gray said, puffing slightly with her exertions, 'but I do so want to go to the orchestra practice and it begins at 6.30.''How are you getting into Caxley?''Mr Annett said he would fetch me and bring me back. I know him a little through the people I used to stay with in Caxley. They play in the orchestra too.'We sat down on the desks to get our breath and surveyed our filthy hands.'Miss Clare's coming to tea,' I said, 'she's helping with the jumble sale.
