and 'e only comes to each of us once, and then 'e makes no charge."



CHAPTER XIV



[Europe and the bright American Girl.]

"How does she do it?"

That is what the European girl wants to know. The American girl!
She comes over here, and, as a British matron, reduced to slang by
force of indignation, once exclaimed to me: "You'd think the whole
blessed show belonged to her." The European girl is hampered by her
relatives. She has to account for her father: to explain away, if
possible, her grandfather. The American girl sweeps them aside:

"Don't you worry about them," she says to the Lord Chamberlain.
"It's awfully good of you, but don't you fuss yourself. I'm looking
after my old people. That's my department. What I want you to do is
just to listen to what I am saying and then hustle around. I can
fill up your time all right by myself."

Her father may be a soap-boiler, her grandmother may have gone out
charing.

"That's all right," she says to her Ambassador: "They're not coming.
You just take my card and tell the King that when he's got a few