‘Very. We wrote it out by hand and handed it round.’
‘Did you write stories, or what?’
‘Oh, things, you know,’ said Sheila. ‘It was only a lark. A kind of skit on the official journal.’
‘They’re too ladylike here for anything so vulgar as journalism,’ complained Hypatia to the darkness.
‘I expect so.’
‘Miss Fry with her Ministering Children!’ added Hypatia scornfully.... ‘By the way, are you church, chapel, or what?’
‘The last,’ said Sheila. ‘I’m rather keen on Edward Carpenter just now. Have you read him?’
‘Yes. Whitman and water,’ replied Hypatia. ‘I’m an agnostic personally. So are my people.’
‘Your people too!’ exclaimed Sheila. ‘I thought one’s people were always orthodox.’
Hypatia laughed. ‘Are you Irish?’