MISS MAT 3? I ELD WONDERS

"No, Bayswater," Miss Morrison sighed. "I get it just
in Orchard Street. I have to take another bus first along
Nayswater Road. Unless I walk, and I loathe walking,
specially on these beastly dark nights. Even then, it
seems an awfully long way."

"Nothing to the way I have to come," said Miss Mat-
field sternly. When there was any grumbling about, and
there usually was some about, she liked to have her
share. "Sometimes it takes hours and hours."

"I know! I took a job in the City once and I only
stuck it a week." Miss Morrison groaned in the dark-
ness at the thought of it. "I nearly died. Honestly,
Matfield, if I'd to go to the City every day and come
back here, I'd die, I'd absolutely pass out, I would really.
1 don't know how you stick it. But then you're so
energetic, aren't you?"

Miss Matfield at once denied this terrible charge, and
told herself that the Morrison girl was pretty awful,
"I'm worn out now/' she continued. "Only I'd rather
have the City because I can't bear those private secretary
jobs. Yours is one of them, isn't it?"

"Yes," with another sigh. "And pretty ghastly. The
woman I'm working for now means well, but she's an
idiot, she really is, Matfield, a full-sized idiot. No man
in any office could ever be such an idiot. She's just
dotty," ~

"Well, here we are at our beautiful home," said Miss
Matfield, looking up at the Club entrance.

"I know. Isn't it revolting?"

"Absolutely vile/' she replied mechanically, as they
walked in. "I don't suppose there are any letters for
me. No, of course not. There wouldn't be."

"Mine's a bill/' Miss Morrison groaned. "Are you