entrance hall and there, sure enough, was a large mural of some girls coming out of a very blue pool surrounded by flowers.
âThatâs her,â said Aunt Hester straightaway. âI remember her hair.â
Now that she wasnât looking for Augusta Carrington, the woman who had been in charge of the school train was smiling very happily as she held up her necklace of shells. After that the aunts went on a proper Clemmy trail, searching her out in the London Gallery and the Battersea Arts Museum as instructed by their niece, but not tracking her down as she stood on one toe outside the post office in Frith Street where, as Tally had explained, she was cast in concrete and couldnât really be seen.
In her second letter Tally also mentioned the problem of Gloria Grantley, with whom her friend Julia was so besotted.
âCould you ask Maybelle if she knows anything about her? â
So the aunts went to the corner shop, where Maybelle was weighing caster sugar into blue bags, and she was very helpful and came around after the shop closed with a pile of film magazines in which she had marked a great many photographs of Gloria Grantley.
âSheâs a big star all right,â said Maybelle. âShe usually plays in those gloomy films where sheâs on trial for murder or her lover tries to kill her and all that kind of thing. You know, melodrama.â
Maybelle herself preferred musicalsâshe was taking tap- and stage-dancing classes and definitely intended to break into films.
âShe must earn millions,â said Maybelle. âAnd sheâs beautiful all right, but . . .â She shrugged.
The aunts dutifully studied all the copies of The Picturegoer Maybelle had left.
There were photos of Gloria on a tiger-skin rug and in a hammock and coming down a flight of stairs.
âI think her throat is a little . . . excessive, donât you? I mean . . . almost too swanlike? â said May.
Hester agreed: âBut it says here that sheâs only twenty-five years old, so maybe sheâll settle down. People of twenty-five donât always know how to behave sensibly.â
As Tallyâs letters continued to come, the aunts became more and more involved with her life and that of her friends. They searched the hardware stores for a whisk that could be used to froth up Magdaâs cocoa, and they went to the library to look up the philosophy of Schopenhauer and agreed that someone who was doing research on him could not be expected also to be good at housework. And when Tally added an excited postscript to her fourth letter to say that Augusta Carrington had turned up, they shared the relief of the staff, even though poor Augusta had serious problems.
âSheâs allergic to absolutely everything,â wrote Tally. âMagda says she is used to allergies because Heribert, the professor she loved in Germany, was allergic to cheese and strawberriesâthey brought him out in lumpsâbut Augusta mostly lives on rice and bananas, though she can eat weird things like tripe and dark chocolates with gooey centers. Itâs no wonder she got on the wrong train.â
And the aunts in their turn wrote almost daily to Tally to tell her what had happened in the street: about the new air-raid shelter at number 4, in which the dog across the road had had her puppies, and about old Mrs. Henderson, who had attacked the gardener in the park with his own shovel for digging up the wallflowers and planting cabbages, which would help us to win the war if it came, but did not smell nice.
When Tally had been at Delderton for a week, Dr. Hamiltonâs brother, Thomas, came to see him to consult with him about a patient. Thomas was the richer and more fashionable doctor, but James had a special instinct for what was wrong with people. And with Thomas came his wife, Tallyâs aunt Virginia, the mother of Roderick and Margaret. She said she had come to sympathize with Tallyâs