Ernestine did so, and proceeded to drop a yard of it out of the window. Miss Levering began to laugh.
'Which way are we going?' says Miss Blunt, looking out. 'I have to be at Battersea at——'
'What were you doing at Pimlico Pier?'
'Holding a meeting for the Government employees—the people who work for the Army and Navy Clothing Department.'
'Oh. And you live at Battersea?'
'No; but I have a meeting there to-night. We had a very good one at the Docks, too.' Her eyes sparkled.
'A Suffrage meeting?'
'Yes; one of the best we've had——'
'When was that?'
'During the dinner hour. The men stood with their pails and ate while they listened. They were quite nice and understanding, those men.'