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Miss Ethel swerved quickly round in the same direction, and her pale eyes focused. Neither of them uttered a sound as they looked at the square board which rose slowly above the privet hedge. They could not see the pole on which it was supported from that position in the garden, and so it appeared to them like a banner upheld by unseen hands.

”Well,” said Mrs. Bradford at last, ”we mustn't clip the hedge this year, that's all. Then----”

”Hedge!” cried Miss Ethel. ”What's the use of talking about the hedge when our home is spoilt? Look! Read!” She pointed to that square object which flaunted now in all its glaring black and white newness--a blot against the grey sky.

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FOR THE ERECTION OF VILLAS AND BUNGALOWS

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Miss Ethel could not have felt deeper dismay if the square notice board on the pole had been indeed held aloft by the very Spirit of Change itself, with streaming hair still all aflame from rus.h.i.+ng too closely past a bursting sun. Only those who hate change as she did could ever understand her dismay.

”We shall be driven out of our house. We shall have to leave,” she said, very pale. ”After all these years, we shall have to go. We _can't_ stand all their nasty little back ways!”

”Where are we to go to?” said Mrs. Bradford. She paused a moment.

”It's the same everywhere. Besides, the houses are not built yet.”

There was nothing for them to do but to turn their backs on the board and walk quietly away, filled with that aching home-sickness for the quiet past which thousands of middle-aged people were feeling at that moment all over Europe. Everything was so different, and the knowledge of it gave to Miss Ethel a constant sense of exasperated discomfort, like the ache of an internal disease which she could not forget for a moment.

”I expect,” she said after a while, ”that Mrs. Graham will once more tell us to let ourselves go with the tide and not worry. Thank G.o.d, I never was a supine jelly-fish, and I can't start being one now.”

”She was talking about servants,” said Mrs. Bradford, who was troubled, but not so troubled, because she took things differently. ”I expect she only meant we should never get another like Ellen; but we can't expect to do so after having her for eleven years.”

”No. We are lucky to have Ellen's niece coming. But I wish she were a little older,” said Miss Ethel. ”Nineteen is very young.”

”Yes,” replied Mrs. Bradford, letting the conversation drop, for she was not very fond of talking. And in the silence they looked back; and to both of them nineteen seemed a rather ridiculous and foolish age--even for a servant, who is supposed to be rather young.

Then Miss Ethel began again--talking on to try and banish the insistent vision in her mind's eye of that square board over the privet hedge, which she knew herself foolish to dwell upon. ”I wish Caroline had not lived with Ellen's sister and gone out as a day-girl to that little grocer's shop in the Avenue. I'm afraid that may have spoilt her. But it is Caroline or n.o.body. We may want a sensible middle-aged maid, but in these days it isn't what you want--it's what you can get.”

Mrs. Bradford nodded; and again they felt all over them that resentful home-sickness for the past.

”One thing--we must begin as we mean to go on,” said Miss Ethel. ”If mistresses were only firmer there would never be such ridiculous proceedings as one hears about; but they are so afraid of losing maids that they put up with anything. No wonder the girls find this out and cease to have any respect for them. Look at Mrs. Graham! A latch-key allowed, and no caps or ap.r.o.ns. That's swimming with the tide, with a vengeance.”

”There's no fear of Caroline wanting anything of that sort,” said Mrs.

Bradford. ”Ellen's sister, Mrs. Creddle, is as steady as Ellen.”

”She'd need to be, with four children on her hands, and a husband like one of those coco-nuts at Hull fair that have the husk partly left on,”

said Miss Ethel. ”I never could understand how a nice-looking girl, such as Mrs. Creddle was then, came to marry such a man.”

Mrs. Bradford looked down at her fat hands and smiled a little, seeming to see things in the matrimonial philosophy that no spinster was likely to understand. Then after opening the door they both turned again, from force of long habit, to look across the garden, and saw the square board more plainly now than they had done when close under the hedge.

It stood there in the midst of the gra.s.s field--as if it were leading on--while in the distance the wind from the east was blowing the smoke like flags from the long row of chimney-tops in Emerald Avenue.

At last Miss Ethel said with a sort of doubtful hopefulness, as if keeping her courage up before those advancing hordes: ”Perhaps n.o.body will want to buy the land there. Always heard it was boggy.”

Mrs. Bradford shook her head silently and went in, followed by her sister: in a world where all things were now odiously possible, one had to take what came and make the best of it.

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