In Sir Isaac’s study at Putney there was a huge and rather splendid-looking morocco portfolio on a stand, and this portfolio bore in excellent gold lettering the words, International Bread and Cake Hostels. It was her husband’s peculiar pleasure after dinner to take her to turn over this with him; he would sit pencil in hand, while she, poised at his request upon the arm of his chair, would endorse a multitude of admirable modifications and suggestions. These hostels were to be done—indeed they were being done—by Sir Isaac’s tame architect, and the interlacing yellow and mauve tiles, and the Doulton ware mouldings that were already familiar to the public as the uniform of the Stores, were to be used upon the façades of the new institutions. They were to be boldly labelled INTERNATIONAL HOSTELS right across the front. The plans revealed in every case a site depth as great as the frontage, and the utmost ingenuity had been used to utilize as much space as possible. “Every room we get in,” said Sir Isaac, “adds one to the denominator in the cost;” and carried his wife back to her schooldays. At last she had found sense in fractions. There was to be a series of convenient and spacious rooms on the ground floor, a refectory, which might be cleared and used for meetings—vdances,” said Lady Harman. “Hardly the sort of thing we want ’em to get up to,” said Sir Isaac—various offices, the matron’s apartments—“We ought to begin thinking about matrons,” said Sir Isaac;—a bureau, a reading-room and a library—“We can pick good, serious stuff for them,” said Sir Isaac, “instead of their filling their heads with trash”—one or two workrooms with tables for cutting out and sewing; this last was an idea of Susan Burnet’s. Upstairs there was to be a beehive of bedrooms, floor above floor, and each floor as low as the building regulations permitted. There were to be long dormitories with cubicles at three-and-sixpence a week—make your own beds—and separate rooms at prices ranging from four-and-sixpence to seven-and-sixpence. Every three cubicles and every bedroom had lavatory basins with hot and cold water; there were pull-out drawers under the beds and a built-in chest of drawers, a hanging cupboard, a looking-glass and a radiator in each cubicle, and each floor had a box-room. It was ship-shape. “A girl can get this cubicle for three-and-six a week,” said Sir Isaac, tapping the drawing before him with his pencil. “She can get her breakfast with a bit of bacon or a sausage for two shillings a week, and she can get her high tea, with cold meat, good potted salmon, shrimp paste, jam and cetera, for three-and-six a week. Say her bus fares and lunch out mean another four shillings. That means she can get along on about twelve-and-six a week, comfortable, read the papers, have a book out of the library.... There’s nothing like it to be got now for twice the money. The sort of thing they have now is one room, dingy, badly fitted, extra for coals.