She tried imagining herself striding down a London street,paved,and lined with glowing windows.Then she was wandering along a glimmering arcade,which was warm and bright and dry.She dawdled at displays of fancy bonnets,glossy jewels,and mountains of confectionery.But then there was a lady walking ahead of her,and the lady—who was,it seemed,Elizabeth all grown up and in a fancy orange spencer and bonnet—handed her a package,and then another,and then a bandbox,and heaped more and more parcels on top of it,and when Sarah tried to refuse the packages and hand them back,grown-up Elizabeth scolded her for being clumsy and not paying proper attention.