Whats in the Bag?

The boffin would tell people of how impatient she was to look in the bag, that crisp, demure shopping bag.

She leaned over and looked in the bag.

And after telling them what she saw in it, she would wait.

And she would wait.

And she would know, by the widening of their eyes and stiffening of their lips, what she could make of them as possible friends of her frou frou mind.

Let me see--do you want to know what is in the bag?

Ok, look in the bag.