She had set out, however, in the spirit of adventure which characterized her outlook, and the hotel and Kitty, between them, reconciled her to the greyness of an atmosphere which seemed to be compounded in equal parts of drizzle and soot. ‘Well, Dog,’ said Kitty with candour, ‘I don’t know why on earth you brought me here.’ ‘As I told you, young K., to improve your education and give you food for thought,’ replied Laura, summing up the sandwiches with which she had provided herself before retiring to rest, and then selecting the largest. ‘Anyway, the grub’s all right. What are you beefing about? Don’t you want to help your Auntie Laura?’ ‘Yes, if I knew what you were up to. But I don’t. What’s all this about water nymphs? It sounds a bit Picasso to me.’ ‘Oh, Lord! Did you see that show?’ ‘Yes, I did. And I’ll tell you what, Dog. I got a new hair-style out of it.’ ‘Not off Pop-Eye?’ ‘Off one of the Ladies in Grey. And that Fish-Hat, Dog. An idea.’ ‘Maybe.
