"It's not as nice, livin' without green," Doll agrees, laying back down so she can look at the sky too. "B'fore th'workhouse, we lived in th'East End. We were a right odd bunch of ragamuffins, sleepin' in alleys, never really seein' nothin' green an' fancy." Yes, Doll thinks grass is fancy.

"I dunno that I could go back t'the city. We traveled 'round so much, slept in so many fields, I got used ta it. Could fall asleep out here!"