"All right, then, I'll leave you. Ta-ta! You'll find me in the sitting-room. Sure you don't want any help?" "No, thanks. I shall be quite all right. I only hope you won't be in bed yourself tomorrow, dear." "No fear!" defiantly said Miss Henderson, at the same time sneezing loudly. She went away before Miss Delmege had time to utter any further prognostications. In the sitting-room she busied herself in pushing a creaking wicker arm-chair close to the fire--which for once was a roaring one, owing to the now convalescent Mrs. Potter, who had been crouching over it with a novel all day--lit the gas, and turned it up until it flared upwards with a steady, hissing noise; said "Excuse me; do you mind?" to Mrs. Potter; shut down the small crack of open window, and drew the curtains. "Delmege is coming down, and we'd better have the room warm," she explained. "She's just out of bed." By the time Miss Delmege, now wearing her mustard-coloured jersey over a thick stuff dress, had tottered downstairs, the room was indeed warm. "Now, this," said Mrs. Bullivant cheerfully, when she came in to see how many of her charges wanted tea--"now this is what I call really cosy." She looked ill, and very tired, herself. The general servant had given notice because of the number of trays that she had been required to carry upstairs of late, and had left the day before, and the cook was disobliging and would do nothing beyond her own immediate duties. Mrs. Bullivant was very much afraid of her, and did most of the work herself. She had written to the Depôt in accordance with the official Hostel regulations, stating that a servant was required there for general housework; but no answer had come authorizing her to engage one, and Miss Marsh had explained to her that in Miss Vivian's absence such trifling questions must naturally expect to be overlooked or set aside for the time being. So little Mrs. Bullivant staggered up from the basement bearing a tray that seemed very large and heavy, and put it on the table in the sitting-room, very close to the fire, with a triumphant gasp. "There! and it's a beautiful fire for toast. None of the munition girls are coming in for tea, are they?" "Hope not," said Miss Henderson briefly. "I _ought_ to be at the office now. I said I'd be back at five, but I shouldn't have had the afternoon off at all if Miss Vivian had been there." Miss Delmege drew herself up. "Miss Vivian never refuses a reasonable amount of leave, that I'm aware of," she said stiffly. "Oh, I mean we're slacker without her. There's less to do, that's all." "Well, Grace Jones will be back presently, and I suppose she'll have work for all of us, as usual. I wonder how Miss Vivian is," said Mrs. Potter. "And her father."