But there was nothing to complain of in Pamela's conduct.

She would do her best, she said, and sat listening while Elizabeth gave her instructions about food cards, and servants, and the rest.
Then, when the taxi had driven away with the Dictator, what temper on the Squire's part! Mrs.Gaddesden had very nearly gone home to London--but for the fact of raids, and the fact that two of her most necessary servants had joined the W.A.A.C.'s.

Pamela, on the other hand, had gone singing about the house.

And really the child had done her best.

But how could any one expect her to manage her father and the house, especially on the scraps of time left her by her V.A.D.