Than seyde Sir Trystram, ‘I requyre you, do of your helmys, that I may se you.’

a squashy tomato

Since Vanita was a child, the family has roamed the country in search of work — in construction and road-building, and finally, here to this brickyard.

[…] she had had the novel experience of looking down from the restaurant terrace on an audience of cocottes, and having her husband interpret to her as much of the songs as he thought suitable for bridal ears.