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the day that she visited Harrods' she spent the greater part of her
time in the lift because she always wished to be somewhere where she
was not, and because it always went up when she wished it to go down
and down when she wished it to go up. Maggie, upon this eventful
occasion, did her best, but she also was bewildered, and wondered
how any of the attendants found their way home at night. Before the
end of the afternoon Aunt Elizabeth was not far from tears. "It
isn't cutlery we want. I told the man that it was saucepans. They
pay us no attention at all. You aren't any help to me, Maggie." They
arrived in a room filled with performing gramophones. This was the
final blow. Aunt Elizabeth, trembling all over, refused either to
advance or retreat. "Will you please," said Maggie very firmly to a
beautifully clothed young man with hair like a looking-glass, "show
us the way to the street?" He very kindly showed them, and it was
not until they were in the homeward omnibus that Aunt Elizabeth
discovered that she had bought nothing at all.
Nevertheless, although Maggie collected but little interesting
detail from these occasions, she did gather a fine general
impression of whirling movement and adventure.
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