"Only put some ribbon in my things. The washing was back last night, instead of tomorrow morning, which will be such a saving of time during the week. I wish it always came on Saturday," said Grace, serenely drawing out a small folded pile of linen from her capacious and orderly basket.
Every one looked rather awestruck.
"Do you put in ribbon every week?"
"Isn't it marvellous of her?" Miss Marsh inquired proudly, gazing at her room-mate. "She has such nice things, too."
Grace uncarded a length of ribbon, and began to thread it through the lace of the garment known to the Hostel as a camisole.
"I can't say I take the trouble myself. My things go to the wash as they are, ribbon and all. The colour has to take its chances," said Miss Plumtree.
"Are we going to have any music tonight?" inquired Miss Delmege, with a sudden effect of primness.
The suggestion was received without enthusiasm.
"Then," Miss Delmege said, with a glance at Grace, who had completed the adornment of her camisole, and was proceeding to unfold yet further garments, "I think I shall go to bed."
"Do, dear," Mrs. Bullivant told her kindly. "I hope any one will go early who's tired."