CHAPTER XXIIMrs. Rogers got down on her hands and knees at Cliff Edge and started to do the stairs. Properly ashamed she’d be if anyone took a good look at them, for they hadn’t been done all the week, and no good saying there wasn’t sand brought in off the beach, because there was. It just wasn’t possible to get round to doing them every day, not with all the extra work there was in the house, but Monday, Wednesday and Friday she did reckon to do them regular. Well, Monday was all right, and she was all set to get on with them on Wednesday, only Mrs. Beeston called her off to give Major Hardwick’s dressing-room a thorough turn-out, and then it was one thing after another, and the day so hot you couldn’t rightly be expected to hurry, so she left the stairs to the last, and blessed if Mrs.
