She sheathed her legs in the sheerest of the nylons that her father had brought back from the Continent, and slipped her feet into the toeless, high-heeled shoes of black suède.
A dedicated reversionist, she considered Arthur to have been the last British monarch worthy of the crown. She would have re-instituted the maypole and the setting out of bowls of cream for goblins — despite lack of response to a saucer of Carnation Milk she three times thrice had left on the elegant proch of 3 Mather Gardens.
Little disappointed, then, she turned attention to Chat of the Social World, gossip which exercised potent fascination upon the girl's intelligence.
Chat of the Social World,
Who lounge and who loot, and who booby about, / No knowledge within, and no manners without;
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