Chapter ThirteenMiss Silver came out of the study and went up to her room. The door to the back stair was open. She heard footsteps and voices, one of them Gloria’s. She turned back to look and listen. There were two girls at the open bathroom door—Gloria pink-cheeked and chattering, and a sensible-looking young woman in khaki with a corporal’s stripes on her sleeve.
Miss Silver drew their attention with a cough.
“Is that your sister, Gloria? I should like to meet her.”
Maggie Pell was brought up and introduced.
“She’s been seeing Miss Columba out in the garden and come in for a tidy-up. And Miss Collie says she’s grown, and they don’t starve her in the A.T.S. She says she looks ever so well. But Granpa, he don’t half carry on about the uniform.”
Maggie smiled, a nice slow smile. Her
