"Except Mr. Boltt?" Henry asked maliciously.
"No, Mr. Boltt's to be in it too. Holding wool. I've been photographed in three different positions ... beginning to knit a mitten, half-way through a mitten, and finishing a mitten. I was rather anxious to be taken with a pile of socks, but I can't knit socks!..."
"You can't knit mittens either," said Jimphy.
It appeared that Lady Cecily's maid was allowed to undo her mistress's false stitches and finish the mittens properly....
"Well, of course, I'm not really a knitter," Cecily admitted, "but I feel I must do something for the country. I've a good mind to take up nursing. I met Jenny Customs this morning, and she says it's quite easy, and the uniform is rather nice...."
"But don't you require to be trained?" Henry asked dubiously.
"Oh, yes, if you're a professional. But I'm not. I'm doing it for the country. Jenny Customs went to a First Aid Class, and learnt quite a lot about bandaging. She can change sheets while the patient is in bed, and she says he can scarcely tell that she's doing it. I should love to be able to do that. She told me a lot of things, and I really know the first lesson already. I can shake a bottle of medicine the proper way!..."
"Can't we have tea or something?" said Jimphy. "Oh, by the way, Cecily, Quinn says that chap Gilbert Farlow's hanging about Scotland Yard...."
"Goodness me, what for?" Cecily demanded in a startled voice. "He hasn't done anything, has he?"
"No, of course he hasn't. He's trying to enlist!"