The voice which answered had that quick little way of shaping words that was so amusing to Winifred, who in her youth had perfected a drawl, which effectually dominated both speed and emotion. All the young women in Society nowadays spoke like Fleur, as if they had found the old way of speaking English slow and flat, and were gingering it with little pinches.
“Perfectly all right, thanks. Anything I can do for you, Auntie?”
“Yes, my dear—your cousin Val and Holly are coming up to me about this strike. And Holly—I think it’s very unnecessary, but she wants to DO something. She thought perhaps Michael would know—”
“Oh, well, of course there are lots of things. We’ve started a canteen for railway workers; perhaps she’d like to help in that.”
“My dear, that would be awfully nice.”
“It won’t, Aunt Winifred; it’s pretty strenuous.”
“It can’t last, dear, of course. Parliament are bound to do something about it. It must be a great comfort to you to have all the news at first-hand. Then, may I send Holly to you?”
“But of course. She’ll be very useful. At her age she’d better do supplies, I think, instead of standing about, serving. I get on with her all right. The great thing is to have people that get on together, and don’t fuss. Have you heard from Father?”
“Yes; he’s coming up to you tomorrow.”
“Oh! But why?”
“He says he must be on the spot, in case of—”
“That’s so silly. Never mind. It’ll make two cars.”