"H'sh, girls! Don't make a noise. Miss Vivian has practically told me that she can hear you in the bathroom every night. It really is too bad, you know, when she simply needs every minute's rest she can get."
"Well, so do we. Let me get past, dear." Miss Marsh's tones spoke eloquently of the tartness induced by fatigue.
"Must you go to the bathroom tonight?"
"Of course we must. What an idea! How am I to get my kettle boiled? I'm simply pining for a cup of tea; the work was awful tonight."
"Was Miss Vivian at the Canteen?"
"Just for a bit; talking to that cousin of hers—the Staff Officer one, you know."
"I know. She came into the sitting-room when she got in, and what do you think? Plumtree had been washing her hair, and it was all down her back!"
"Gracious! And Miss Vivian came in?"
"Came in, and there was Plumtree with her hair down her back!"
"What did she do?"