evening, invariably missing the only good TV programs that were ever on. âIâm going to call a laundry,â I announced to Mrs. Grail. âWhile the sheets are out, weâll use that funny-looking embroidered thing and that other funny thin blanket instead.â
âAh, thatâs right,â she said. âI should force them to give you sheets but if they wonât, just use them bits and pieces off the bed. More bits and pieces on this bed. Look at that,â she said, kicking a drooping ruffle.
I examined Mrs. Stackpoleâs list. âHereâs a laundry,â I said.
âDonât call
her
laundry. Call the Sunlight Laundry. Ah, theyâre lovely.â
I called the Sunlight Laundry off and on all morning and got a busy signal each time. I decided to call the general operator. âIt must be out of order,â I told her. âItâs a place of business. A laundry.â
âJust a minute, dear,â the operator said. She called another operator. There were a lot of clickings and buzzings.
âItâs engaged,â the second operator said.
âShe says itâs a laundry, dear,â the first operator remarked.
âOh, a laundry?â the second operator asked.
âItâs been engaged all morning,â the first operator told her.
âWell, just a minute, dear,â the second operator said. âIâll look into it.â
âOh, thank you, dear,â the first operator said. âSheâs just looking into it,â she assured me.
âOkay,â I said. I didnât mind waiting; I was reading a book. After a while the second operator returned. âItâs out of order, dear,â she said, apparently to the first operator.
âOh, is it? Thank you so much, dear.â
âWell, not at all, dear. Thatâs all right.â
âGoodbye, dear.â
âGoodbye.â
The first operator came back to me. âItâs out of order, dear,â she said, unnecessarily.
âHow long will it take to fix it?â
Her voice lost some of its good humor. âWell, I donât know, dear. A day or two. Maybe three. Itâs hard to say. It depends whatâs wrong with it. Itâs out of order, you see. Itâs not working.â
By this time it was a quarter of two and time for us to be on our way, wandering aimlessly about London, looking for toilets for Bruce and Eric, whose stomachs were upset, possibly from the rich milk.
âIâm all through now,â Mrs. Grail said. âWhat about them creatures?â
âItâs ten minutes of two. If they were coming, they wouldnât come this late. They know you leave at two.â
We all bundled into raincoats and gloves and scarves and opened the front door. On the stoop stood what were unquestionably the two creatures: a very tall, very thin girl with long red hair and a horrified expression, and a shorter, thicker male, wearing a cardboard-looking checked jacket and wild curls.
âYes?â I said.
âMrs. Miller?â the girl said.
âYes,â I said.
âAre you going out?â the girl asked, her look of horror deepening.
âYes,â I said, adding, so as not to sound like Dr. Bott, âI am.â
âBut itâs not two oâclock yet. Your husband said there would be someone here until two.â
âItâs six minutes of.â
There was a silence. They stood on the stoop, staring at us with aversion and terror, and we crowded sloppily in the doorway, a welter of scarves and coats, caps and umbrellas, un-English and undisciplined.
âDonât you want to come in?â I asked.
âWe did want to bring in a few things, yes,â Miss Pip said, for I had to assume this was she.
âWell, weâll wait for you.â We all, including Mrs. Grail, went into the sitting room and sat down, in our coats. Miss Pip and her nameless friend rushed up and down the stairs, carrying
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