She had caught Laura’s eye. It galvanized her. She thrust her arms through the chain-link and begged enthusiastically. " Mam’selle, mam’selle! Le thé de Chine, mam’selle! La canne à sucre !" Gresham drove on grimly. The girl screamed louder, shaking the fence with her thin arms, but her voice was drowned in the shouting of others. Laura almost turned to look back, but stopped at the last moment, humiliated.