School is over. It is too hot to walk at ease. At ease in light frocks they walk the streets to while the time away. They have grown tall. They hold pink flames in their right hands. In white from head to foot, with sidelong, idle lookβ in yellow, floating stuff, black sash and stockingsβ touching their avid mouths with pink sugar on a stickβ like a carnation each holds in her handβ they mount the lonely street.