“I don’t see why I should make the beds,” said he; “it’s a girl’s work, not a boy’s.”
“I don’t see why I should do it,” said Thomasina; “it’s a servant’s place, not a young lady’s.”
And then a very strange and terrible thing happened. Quite suddenly, out of nothing and out of nowhere, appeared a housemaid—large and stern and very neat indeed, and she said—
“You are quite right, miss; it is my place to make the beds. And I am instructed to see that you are both in bed by seven.”
Think how dreadful this must have been to children who had been going to bed just when they felt inclined. They went out on to the beach.
“You see what comes of being naughty,” said Thomasina; and Selim said, “Oh, shut up, do!”
SUDDENLY, OUT OF NOTHING AND NOWHERE, APPEARED A LARGE, STERN HOUSEMAID.
They cheered up towards dinner-time—it was roast pigeons that day and bread sauce, and whitebait and syllabubs—and for the rest of the day they were as good as gold, and very polite to the Ball. Selim told it all about the dreadful apparition of the housemaid, and it shook its head (I know you’ve never seen a ball do that, and very likely you never will) and said—
“My Bouncible Boy, you may be happy here for ever and ever if you’re contented and good. Otherwise—well, it’s a quarter to seven—you’ve got to go.”