“Miss Baird?” she was beckoned.
Diana smiled, fluffed her hair –and then pinned it on. Sparkles, sequins and spangles seemed to float about her like the puffs of a good cigar. Even from four feet away Emma could smell cognac from a china cup. She nodded to Emma to proceed.
“Miss Rrrross,” Emma started, “ Mae I sae how great it tis to meet yae.”
“GAD!” Diana spouted, “Righty Oh! ‘tis glad I am to meet Yae, as well.”