She clapped her hands with impatience, jumping up in her chair.
"Have you brought them, Smith?" she demanded eagerly. "Have you got my clothes——"
"Oh, 'ark at her!" shrieked some one on the right of the table. "It's all her clothes! Hasn't thought of anything else since she came down——"
"Better late than never——" The babble went on all around me, while I strove to make myself heard.
"Now we shall see a bit o' style——"
"Don't see anything wrong with the blouse the girl's got on, myself——"
"Fits where it touches, doesn't it——"
Indeed, the garment in which my young mistress's small form was enfolded appeared to be the sort of wrap which a hairdresser's assistant tucks about one when one is going to have a shampoo!
"Looks like a purser's jacket on a marling-spike!" sang out some one else; and then more laughter.
Well, if they were lunatics, they were at least the cheerful variety!