playgrounds is very well; but there have
been some other, and happily minor, fields
that were not won -- that were more or less
lost. Where did this loss take place, if the
gains were secured at football? This inquiry
is not quite so cheerful as the other. But
while the victories were once going forward
in the playground, the defeats or disasters
were once going forward in some other place,
presumably. And this was surely the place
that was not a playground, the place where
the future wives of the football players were
sitting still while their future husbands were
playing football.

This is the train of thought that followed
the grey figure of a woman on a bicycle in
Oxford Street. She had an enormous and
top-heavy omnibus at her back. All the
things on the near side of the street -- the
things going her way -- were going at different
paces, in two streams, overtaking and being
overtaken. The tributary streets shot omni-
buses and carriages, cabs and carts -- some to
go her own way, some with an impetus that
carried them curving into the other current,
and other some making a straight line right
across Oxford Street into the street opposite.

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