"A regular customer in the shop was a black dog. The first time it arrived carrying a shopping basket between its teeth my mother waited expectantly for the owner to follow. No owner followed. The dog deposited the basket on the floor of the shop and sat looking at my mother. After a couple of minutes she looked at the basket and saw that there was a purse in it. Hesitantly she opened the purse and found an order for groceries inside. She went outside and looked up the street but saw nobody. Uncertain what to do she went round to the back of the house where Morrell Wilson, who worked for my father, was sorting the papers into the van."
