“That’s true enough,” said Mrs Griffiths, “and I must own sometimes I find it a bit stuffy—that is, when I’m indoors.”
“But you don’t when you’re on the seashore, wife, when you’re looking at the merry-go-rounds and listening to the bands, and watching the niggers dancing, and seeing the Punch and Judy shows.”
Mrs Griffiths smiled and her face relaxed.
“We’ll wade and we’ll bathe and we’ll go out in boats, and we’ll have no end of fun!” said Flossie. “Oh, it will be prime.”
She and Nesta wandered away by themselves when the meal came to an end.
“I didn’t even tell him a lie. Didn’t I manage splendidly?” said Nesta.
Flossie replied that she did.
“Now, I must really be going home. I’ll have to be as good as gold; butter won’t melt in my mouth between now and Saturday,” said Nesta.
She flew home. In the garden she met Molly and Ethel, who were walking up and down, having a rather dull time, poor girls, and were anything but contented. When they saw Nesta they pounced upon her.
“Now, Nesta, it’s all arranged. Marcia has been planning everything. She goes to the St. Justs on Saturday.”