E. V. Lucas

“ On the hearthrug were five cats, and there was one in her lap and one on the table. "Oh!" thought Claire, "if only Betty was here!" For Betty not only loved rank and grandeur but adored cats.
"Well," said the old lady, "what is it?"
"If you please," said Christopher, "we have come about the notice-board outside, which says, 'Organs and street cries prohibited.'"
"Yes," Claire broke in; "you see, we have just moved to No. 23, and at our old home—in Bloomsbury, you know—there was such a lot of music, and a Punch and Judy, and there's none here, and we wondered if it really meant it." ”

“ After Christopher had confessed, "My dear boy," he said, "this won't do at all. That notice-board at the end of this street means either that the owners of Westerham Gardens or a large number of the tenants wish the neighbourhood to be free from street music. If we, who are new-comers, set up notice-boards to a contrary effect, we are doing a very rude and improper thing. I quite understand that you miss the organs that we used to have, but the only way to get them back would be to obtain the permission of every one in the Gardens ”

“ I name them after the days of the week."
"Oh!" thought Claire again, "if only Betty were here!"
"The black one there, with the white front, is Sunday," Miss Seaton continued. "That all black one is Monday—black Monday, you know. The tortoiseshell is Friday. The sandy one is Saturday."
"It was on Saturday," said Christopher, "that the best organ of all used to come, the one with a new tune every week." ”