But that little unicorn seems to get what she needs from our leftovers, so no one has bothered to send her on her way.

Having arrived, some one scratches a match, shields it with his hand (I see yet the sudden fitful illumination of the brown-bearded, watchful faces of my neighbours!) and Baxter guides us into the schoolhousewith its shut-in dusty odours of chalk and varnished desks andyes, leftover lunches!

Trim iridescent pigeons toddled about on their coral feet, looking for leftovers from the chickens' table.