Subject: evacuee sick pay

From: "Winifred Delgado" <[email-masked]>
Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2006 11:15:23 +0100

We dont get kippers for breakfast, do we,girls? The school had no uniform, and one or two of thechildren were verging on raggedness. Sooner be ere than on the perishing Square, ALL thesame.
And a rump-steak two inchesthick with chips and a pint of Ole Burton! Those who can command even a halfpennymake for Wilkinss cafe not far from the Charing Cross Road. After this there came three letters from Dorothy, explaining whathad happened.
Or else God knows what shell be up to next. And sure enough, a schoolmistress Dorothy became.
After this there came three letters from Dorothy, explaining whathad happened. MRS BENDIGO: Youre no Greta Garbo yourself, if you dont mind mymentioning it. They hurlthemselves upon the rear of the crowd with such momentum that thedoor is almost broken. You dont suppose Id go and turnfees away from my door, do you?
Stop that hollering or I dontserve any of you. Of all jobs, that was the easiest to get. You dont suppose Id go and turnfees away from my door, do you? You dont get on withgirls if youve got a weak nature.
Only by watching his lips as well aslistening closely could you catch the whole of what he said.
I got a halfpenny an sos Daddy, an well putm to your penny anhave a cup between de tree of us. GIRLS VOICES FROM THE REAR: Mis-ter Wil-kins! Dorothy followed him without more words said. With this parting salutation she left Dorothy to herself.
You mean you expelled the girl who did it?
Every belly is now contorted with hunger. I hope youre fond of fried eggs for your breakfast?
And a rump-steak two inchesthick with chips and a pint of Ole Burton! Ive got moreflesh on me bonesn what you have. The invisiblesolicitor had made all the arrangements in less than three days.
Id give fifty quid not to have that Rectors Daughterbusiness over again.
Now these three over hereare the BAD payers.