They continued in that strain for some moments, and were still at it when Mavis went upstairs to put on her hat; here, she gave a last look at herself in the glass.
"I wonder if I'll do?" she thought, as she dealt with one or two strands of tawny coloured hair, which were still inclined to be rebellious.
"I wonder if I'll meet anyone who remembers me?" she thought, as she left the room.
Downstairs, the two old ladies were awaiting her in the hall. Miss Helen was full of good advice for the journey, whilst Miss Annie dangled a packet of sandwiches, "In case dear Mavis should need refreshment on the way."
"Thanks so much," said Mavis, as she took the little packet, the brown-paper covering of which was already grease-stained from the fat of the sandwiches.
"Don't fail to remember me to Mrs Devitt," urged Helen.
"I won't forget," said Mavis.
"I put salt and mustard in the sandwiches," remarked Annie.
"Thanks so much," cried Mavis, as she opened the front door.
"And don't forget to be sure and travel in a compartment reserved for ladies," quavered Helen.