or if Mangan's sister came out on the doorstep to call her brother in to his tea we watched her from our shadow peer up and down the street. we waited to see whether she would remain or go in and' if she remained, we left our shadow and walked up to Mangan's steps resignedly. she was waiting for us, her figure defined by the light from the half-opened door. Her brother always teased her before he obeyed and I stood by the railings looking at her.Her dress swung as she moved her body and the soft rope of her hair tossed from side to side.