“I don’t believe it!”
“Most of the daily prints I see are devoting leaders to the little dog the Princess Elsie sent out the other day.”
“Odious, ill-mannered, horrid little beast....”
“It seems, dear, he ran from room to room looking for her until he came to the prince’s door, where he just lay down and whined.”
“And what does that prove, Mrs Bedley?”
“I really don’t know, Mrs Montgomery. But the press seemed to find it significant,’” Mrs Bedley replied as a Nun of the Flaming-Hood with a jolly face all gold with freckles entered the shop:
“Have you Valmouth by Ronald Firbank or Inclinations by the same author?” she asked.
“Neither I’m sorry—both are out!”
“Maladetta ✠✠✠✠! But I’ll be passing soon again,” the Sister answered as she twinklingly withdrew.
“You’d not think now by the look of her she had been at Girton!” Mrs Bedley remarked.