CHAPTER SEVENInside Stuff
Miss Mullins the nursery governess had had too many employers—most of them fairly young people, of course—to be surprised when she found Mrs. Gamadge and guest in Miss Mullins’s chintz-hung room on Friday morning, letting down the hem of one of Mrs. Gamadge’s dresses. She wasn’t surprised when Mrs. Gamadge casually told her that Mrs. Coldfield’s bags hadn’t come. When Mr. Gamadge came in and took Mrs. Coldfield’s fingerprints, and then wiped her fingers off with cleansing tissue and gasoline, Miss Mullins didn’t bat an eye.
Employers were so completely outside Miss Mullins’s restricted scheme of life that she never even tried to make sense of them any more; it wasn’t funnier for Mrs. Coldfield to come to visit with nothing but a dinner dress, or for Mr. Gamadge
