My father took me to town in our old blue car.

We stopped at a big roundabout for the lights to turn green.

I saw a lady walking on the side of the road.

She was wearing a beautiful bright orange dress.

She had a big red belt around her waist.

In her hand, she carried a shiny little orange purse.

She wore a pair of shiny orange high-heeled shoes.

She stopped and touched her long hair.

It was held together in the middle with a hairpin.

As she fixed her hairpin, her purse fell down.

"Ooh," I said feeling bad for her.

The lady bent to pick up her purse.

She cleaned the dust off her purse.

I saw long orange earrings.

The lights changed green, and our car drove off.

I kept looking behind.

"What are you looking at?" my father asked.

"At the lady in orange," I said.

I thought of the colour orange all day.