Laughter settled on hedges and the dry mist. In the strict sweeps of draught the red shine of the big letters of advertisements froze and got struck on the wonders of the eyes peeping out into the city which tucked over its quilt. The glad miscreants, the smokers of the Quidish tobacco, and foxtrot dancers could no longer be seen. Together the two chased the fading daylights and returned home, where fur-lined sleep with a sponge touch of ice was awaiting them in warm hearth.