At the market at Langdale Hall Gilly and I are sitting behind the table talking about life

At the market at Langdale Hall Gilly and I are sitting behind the table talking about life when a woman comes past and starts laughing at my cards.

She picks some up from the box on the table and looks at them and laughs. This makes me laugh too.
There's a man with her who isn't laughing.
'These look like my student's drawings,' she says.
She keeps on looking through the cards, laughing at the pictures on them.
'How old are your students?' I ask her.
'16 and 17,' she says.
'Oh, nice,' I say.
'They're special needs,' she says.