Down a new little street in the ancient village of Thorpe-le-Soken walked the Lady Byng, last week, with a silver key in her right hand.
Two little boys walked on either side, one bearing a basket of bread, the other a basket of coal. At each home in the little street, first on one side, next on the other, front doors opened at the click of the silver key. Then Lady Byng flung into the hallway of each house; first a loaf of fine white bread and next a large and sooty piece of coal.
This behavior, extraordinary on the part of the...
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