There was an old lady who sat near us in a teashop one afternoon.
If you want to know what she really was, she was a teashop waitress, in the city somewhere.
All English-speaking Dinard meets at that teashop in the afternoon.
So, on a purely hypothetical rate of exchange, Madge bought three, and we sought the teashop and Jennie.
It was exactly twenty minutes after their entrance into the teashop when the woman finished her monologue.