“See,” cried Selia, “they are all marked in sewn letters with their own names, and a little crown above. Isn’t it pretty? That is because their father is a lord you know.”
“Ah yes,” sighed he, “how too-too!” for he [46] ]had caught that saying up by now. “Selia!” he went on madly, “I too must go as soon as we’ve got through the food and buy some things like theirs in dozens, and I shall have Withersquash wrote on in sewn letters being smarter than Harold. Never never before did I know the shame of only having two of everything one to wear and one to wash until I peeped into this splendid wardrobe!”
“Yes, you must indeed,” Selia agreed, “and why not have a neat little “£sd” done underneath like they have their little crowns done, that would surely be a pretty touch seeing you are a millionaire!”
“Selia, my own!” cried he, “you have said it! And it shall be done and you shall have some attire too for your pretty thought!”
She was so glad at these words that she poked about a bit more in the cupboard and what did she espy but two littler piles of close all as white as snow with a little card over [47] ]them saying “Sunday.” That finished Mr. Withersq and he slid down the bannisters after her, they were so pleased with things, to the room where the Majpottels were waiting.
Five of the pink housemaids were dojjing round the table which was nice and large and full of good food in plenty.
“Pray be seated,” cried Gerald, “and fall too.” He was a nice sleek young man with black slick hair and talked as though with sweets tucked in the mouth.
So they all sat and ate beef and batter and peas for a start.
“How nice your room is,” said Selia through the food she had stuffed in her mouth.
“Is it not?” modestly replied Rupert, then he went on: “Our colours are good are not they?” at which Selia and Mr. Withersquash both nodded a good many times over and ate some more.