"Are you going out to dinner and supper?"
"Don't they give supper here?"
"They do," answered the girl, emphasising the last word, as if to disparage the meal supplied to their young ladies by "Dawes'."
"It will have to be good enough for me," said Mavis, who resented the patronising manner of the other.
"Excuse me," remarked the dark girl suddenly, as she again craned out of the window.
"Certainly," said Mavis dryly, as she wondered what had happened to the boxes she had had sent on earlier in the day.
"No sign of him yet. I'm afraid he's had a breakdown," exclaimed the girl, after looking down the street for some time, a remark to which Mavis paid no attention. The girl went on:
"You were speaking of the supper 'Dawes'' supply. I couldn't eat it myself. I simply lode their food."
"What?" asked Mavis, whose ears had caught the mispronunciation.
"Yes, I simply lode the food they give for supper, the same as Miss Potter and Miss Allen, the other young ladies who sleep in this room. Indeed, we can only eat restaurant food in the evenings."