Sweet Nothings

Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
The Broken Pitcher
appeared to have arisen. Miss Marple shook her head sadly and saidfirmly to herself, "There must be progress I suppose. IfCousin Ethel knew, she'd turn in her grave, I'm sure."
　　It was on one particularly mild and pleasantafternoon that Miss Marple embarked on a bus that took her over Battersea Bridge. She wasgoing to combine the double pleasure of taking a sentimental look at Princes TerraceMansions where an old governess of hers had once lived, and visiting Battersea Park. Thefirst part of her quest was abortive. Miss Ledbury's formerhome had vanished without trace and had been replaced by a great deal of gleamingconcrete. Miss Marple turned into Battersea Park. She had always been a good walker buthad to admit that nowadays her walking powers were not what they were. Half a mile