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"Where did Evie sleep?" Jane asked, deeply interested in this life of doubling up, unknown to her.

"Oh, she came in with me," said Mrs. Merivale. "We've got a little camp bed. The girls laughed all the time and we all thoroughly enjoyed it. We've got our own bathroom up here."

She opened the last door and disclosed to the visitor a room evidently scooped out of one of the gables that were a feature of most New Town houses. A large cistern occupied most of it and a very small bath was squashed into a corner. On the sloping wall beside it was a notice saying, "MIND YOUR HEAD," below which was a rough drawing of a head banging a beam with stars and exclamation marks radiating from it.

"Evie did that," said Mrs. Merivale. "She's the artistic one. Peggie's the musical one, she's got some lovely records."

"Are the others artistic, too?" said Jane.

"I suppose you would say so," said Mrs. Merivale. "Elsie was studying dancing in Barchester with Miss Milner before the war and Annie isn't exactly artistic, but she crochets shawls and doileys and things quite beautifully and used to make quite a lot of pocket-money."