"What about?" Louie asked.
"Why, everything, of course—this beastly place—and setting us to dig the first week—and Priddy's beastly cheek——"
Then every tongue was unloosed.
"And a row every time we want an extra blouse washed——"
"And washing two guineas a term extra——"
"And only the vuggles for dinner that aren't good enough for the market——" ("Vuggles" were vegetables.)
Another pause for breath.
"Let's what-d'-you-call-it—strike——"
Louie laughed as she sat stiffly down by Burnett Major.
"Oh, I'll vote for anything you like; I don't care," she said.