Midge leant forward and peered through the window too. "Oh, my giddy aunt!" she said. "Here come the subordinate Clauses!"
For coming up the street was a small, round, cheerful Father Christmas, in full regalia; and at the same moment a very tall thin one roared up on a motor scooter. They both stepped outside the bookshop and glared at each other.
Susan said, "Am I suddenly seeing double or something? Where did they come from? Who are they?"
"Well, the big one is David Hepburn," said Midge, "I'd know those feet aywhere. And the little one must be Jeremy Vernon. I suppose this is to curry favour with Charlotte."
From NO TROUBLE FOR SUSAN, Chapter 7, Surfeit of Santas.