Mawson can make delicious sandwiches and Bella Bathgate has actually offered to bake some scones.

I'll make the room look as smart as possible with flowers." "You've no photographs of relations?
They would like photographs better than anything." "People they never heard of before," cried Pamela.

"What an odd taste! However, I'll do what I can." By 11 a.m.the ladies in Balmoral had laid out all they meant to wear--skirts spread neatly on beds, jackets over chair-backs, even to the very best handkerchiefs on the dressing-table waiting for a sprinkle of scent.
At two o'clock they began to dress.
Miss Teenie protested against this disturbance of their afternoon rest, but her sister was firm.
"It'll take me every minute of the time, Teenie, for I've all my underclothing to change." "But, mercy me, Miss Reston'll not see your underclothes!" "I know that, but when you've on your very best things underneath you feel a sort of respect for yourself, and you're better able to hold your own in whatever company you're in.

I don't know what you mean to do, but I'm going to change _to the skin_." Miss Teenie nearly always followed the lead of her elder sister, so she meekly went off to look out and air her most self-respecting under garments, though she protested, "Not half aired they'll be, and as likely as not I'll catch my death," and added bitterly, "It's not all pleasure knowing the aristocracy." They were ready to the last glove-button half an hour before the time appointed, and sat stiffly on two high chairs in their little dining-room.

"I think," said Miss Watson, "we'd be as well to think on some subjects to talk on.