One day as they were walking along the lane, they saw a robin sitting on the top twig of a bush, singing shrilly. The sisters stood to look at him. An ironical smile flickered on Gudrun’s face.

‘Doesn’t he feel important?’ smiled Gudrun.

‘Doesn’t he!’ exclaimed Ursula, with a little ironical grimace. ‘Isn’t he a little Lloyd George of the air!’

‘Isn’t he! Little Lloyd George of the air! That’s just what they are,’ cried Gudrun in delight. Then for days, Ursula saw the persistent, obtrusive birds as stout, short politicians lifting up their voices from the platform, little men who must make themselves heard at any cost.