“And the terrible lives the people lead. We are very interested in the poor shop girls, and we have started an organisation which we call ‘The Shop Girls’ Rest Society.’”
“Eve, perhaps Mrs. Canterton will have some cake.”
Eve was on edge, and full of vague feelings of defiance.
“I’m sorry, there isn’t any cake.”
“Eve, dear!”
“Oh, please, I so rarely take cake. Bread and butter is so much more hygienic and natural. I was going to tell you that this society we have started is going to provide shop girls with country holidays.”
“How very nice!”
Mrs. Carfax felt that she had to coo more sweetly because of the absence of cake.
“I think it is quite an inspiration. We want to get people to take a girl for a week or a fortnight and give her good food, fresh air, and a sense of homeliness. How much the home means to women.”
“Everything, Mrs. Canterton. Woman’s place is the home.”