"Don't hurt yourself, now!" cried Mrs. Bullivant. "Get it from underneath, Henderson!"
"Mind the paint on the wall!"
"Mind the banisters!"
"Oh, mind what you're doing, Greengage!"
Similar helpful ejaculations resounded, as the two girls carried the box up the first flight of narrow stairs.
Just as they reached the top step, Char heard the small, clear voice of her secretary, standing in the hall.
"Can you manage, or shall I help you?"
There was a general laugh, echoed from above, as Miss Henderson's voice came briefly down to them: "Thanks, Delmege; just like you, dear, but we happen to have finished."
They all laughed again.
Char, through the half-open door, saw Miss Delmege tossing her fair head. "I'm afraid I don't quite see the point of the joke," she observed acidly.