Mavis was, for the moment, taken aback by Miss Striem's vehemence. The girl next to her whispered, "Go it," under her breath.
"You call me a cheat?" repeated Miss Striem.
"I shall say what I have to say to the management," replied Mavis coolly.
"And I'll thay what I have to thay; and you'll find out who is believed in a way you won't like."
"I shall prove my case," retorted Mavis, as she grabbed the ham paste and the tin of sardines.
Miss Striem sat down. A giggle ran round the table.
"Can you tell me where the sitting-room is, please?" Mavis asked of the girl next to her.
"What?" replied the girl whom she had spoked to.
Mavis repeated her question.
"There's no such thing; there's only this place open at meal times and your bedroom."