The Festive Season

"Ahem," said Miss Pond.

"Hallo, Pondsie," said Enid. "Happy Christmas and whatnot. I 'ope Father Whatsit gave you a new stick for up yer bum."

"I shall not dignify that remark with a reply," said Miss Pond. "Not in the festive season."

"Suit yerself," said Enid.

"I have been in the office doing the accounts for the end of the year," said Miss Pond. "And as it has struck one, I had hoped there might perhaps be something in the way of luncheon."

"Well, ain't you in luck," said Enid. "Wot with the gentlemen being over wiv Mrs Huggins until the New Year and in honor of it being Boxing Day, I 'ave laid out me Mam's tradishunal boofay."

"Five half-empty bottles of drink and an eclair with a bite out of one end," said Miss Pond.

"Don't you criticize me Mam's cookery," said Enid. "Not in the festive season."