The teacher blew a whistle and the children ran off. The man lit the fuse and after a few seconds the rocket went up. A small dark-haired girl was sitting on the stairs. A milk-van came round the corner. The vicar goes there. The people dived for cover as the bullets flew over their heads. Her father stood in the doorway. A white pillar was in front of them and a small, marble statue stood on top of it.