"Ye wouldne even lift your feet up, for an auld lady?" her husband bellowed at me.I had been daydreaming, wondering if she was going to topple over. It was actually someone else's legs that were in the way, but I felt awful.
"He wouldne even lift his feet up," he boomed, to the whole carriage. "For an auld lady."
"Sorry" I squeaked, but it was too high-pitched and quiet for anyone to hear. It took me until lunchtime to return to normal size.
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