But wasn’t Maria glad when the women had finished their tea and the cook and the dummy had begun to clear away the tea- things!  She went into her little bedroom and, remembering that the next morning was a mass morning, changed the hand of the alarm from seven to six.  Then she took off her working skirt and her house-boots and laid her best skirt out on the bed and her tiny dress-boots beside the foot of the bed.  She changed her blouse too and, as she stood before the mirror, she thought of how she used to dress for mass on Sunday morning when she was a young girl; and she looked with quaint affection at the diminutive body which she had so often adorned, In spite of its years she found it a nice tidy little body.

When she got outside the streets were shining with rain and she was glad of her old brown waterproof.  The tram was full and she had to sit on the little stool at the end of the car, facing all the people, with her toes barely touching the floor.  She arranged in her mind all she was going to do and thought how much better it was to be independent and to have your own money in your pocket.  She hoped they would have a nice evening.  She was sure they would but she could not help thinking what a pity it was Alphy and Joe were not speaking.  They were always falling out now but when they were boys together they used to be the best of friends:  but such was life.

She got out of her tram at the Pillar and ferreted her way quickly among the crowds.  She went into Downes’s cake-shop but the shop was so full of people that it was a long time before she could get herself attended to.  She bought a dozen of mixed penny cakes, and at last came out of the shop laden with a big bag.  Then she thought what else would she buy:  she wanted to buy something really nice.  They would be sure to have plenty of apples and nuts.  It was hard to know what to buy and all she could think of was cake.  She decided to buy some plumcake but Downes’s plumcake had not enough almond icing on top of it so she went over to a shop in Henry Street.  Here she was a long time in suiting herself and the stylish young lady behind the counter, who was evidently a little annoyed by her, asked her was it wedding-cake she wanted to buy.  That made Maria blush and smile at the young lady; but the young lady took it all very seriously and finally cut a thick slice of plumcake, parcelled it up and said: 

“Two-and-four, please.”

She thought she would have to stand in the Drumcondra tram because none of the young men seemed to notice her but an elderly gentleman made room for her.  He was a stout gentleman and he wore a brown hard hat; he had a square red face and a greyish moustache.  Maria thought he was a colonel-looking gentleman and she reflected how much more polite he was than the young men who simply stared straight before them.  The gentleman began to chat with her about Hallow Eve and the rainy weather.  He supposed the bag