In addition to the distinction of a white frock, every woman and girl carried in her right hand a peeled willow-wand, and in her left a bunch of white flowers.

Instead, travellers are directed to the respective assembly points; this facilitates any last-minute changes in platform arrangements and also frustrates any would-be queue-jumpers.

For two minutes we figure-eighted back and forth across the face of the mountain and then popped out right beside the sidewalk café.

But one or two evil-disposed characters muttered they might be sure the lady had her own turn to serve, and they might be sure they wasn’t “teaed and muffined and sandwiched for nothing!”