A REVOLUTION IN SIR CHICHESTER Upon that house which had yesterday rung with joyous life now fell gloom and sorrow and grave disquiet.

Millie Splay drew Miranda, Dennis Brown and Harold Jupp aside.
"You three had better go," she said.

"You have such a little time for holidays now; and I can always telegraph for you if you should be wanted." Miranda bubbled into little sympathetic explosions.
"Oh, Millie, I'll stay, of course.

These boys can go.

But Joan will want some one." Millie, however, would not hear of it.
"You're a brick, Miranda.