I curbed my anger and spoke calmly.
"What sort of a hitch?"
"Well, Jane forgot last Wednesday, and I forgot to remind her this Wednesday. But next Wednesday——"
"Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Well, if you'll tell me what to do I'll do it."
"Well—er—you just—you—I mean—well, they'll tell you at the post-office."
"That's exactly how I keep explaining it to Jane," said Celia.
I looked at her mournfully.
"What shall we do?" I asked. "I feel quite hopeless about it. It seems too late now to do anything with Jane. Let's get a new staff and begin again properly."
"Lose Jane?" cried Celia. "I'd sooner go to prison—I mean I'd sooner you went to prison. Why can't you be a man and do something?"