CHAPTER V
"Is my pig-tail quite tidy, Nell?"
"There isn't a hair out of place, Sheila Pat. Atom, do let me do your hair nicely just for once."
"I prefer a pig-tail, thank you."
Nell disappeared into the wardrobe in search of a skirt. When she emerged she stared incredulously at the Atom.
Sheila Pat was wriggling her head into a pink cotton frock.
"What on earth are you putting that on for?"
"I prefer it to that," with a nod at a loose white cashmere frock lying on the bed.
"Are you mad, Sheila Pat? Why, it's November. Where did you dig it up from?"
"One of the trunks. Will you hook it, please, Nell?"