Some row about name tapes had prompted her to keep the four first years behind, sorting lost property in the hockey hut one afternoon, and when they’d finally finished they had all scurried guiltily down the road to the out-of-bounds Victory Café. Bunty, who’d already eaten most of Baker’s Cornish pasty at lunchtime, had scoffed an entire toasted sandwich and was on her second glass of Tizer when her face suddenly fell as she spotted the multi-chinned profile of Mrs Mostyn gliding past the station at the wheel of her little snot green Morris Minor and drawing to a halt just beyond the bus stop. She walked back to the café and stood on the other side of the glass and stared at them. It had reminded Baker of the zoo but she wasn’t sure which of them was the animal. Mrs Mostyn beckoned to them with a fur-lined hook of kid glove which then uncrooked and pointed to the car. Waving aside their buts and can’ts about violin lessons and trains to catch, she had driven them back to the now empty school.
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