Elizabeth beamed. "Like I always say, if a woman shows her natural superiority, a male immediately recognizes this and does what he's told. Off you go then, dear. Make yourself useful!' And she patted me on the rear.
Somewhat stunned by this new series of events, I followed Myrtle down into the kitchen. She marched into the larder, opened a cupboard door there and pulled out one of the lovely, feminine aprons so beloved of Mummy.
"Here you are... Sherry is it now" Get this apron around you, then go and see what the mistress wants for a drink. When you're finished serving them, I'll take a Scotch and water."
Frozen in place, I looked at the lightweight, light-as-air chiffon garment she was bringing to me. I grinned subserviently. "I don't think Mummy will appreciate me wearing one of her nice aprons. Don't you agree?"
She grinned wolfishly, and then spoke with a highly affected tone, waving her wrist limply at me.
"Sherry dahling? I truly don't care if Mumsy Wumsy gets mad at you, but if you don't put it on, I may just get upset, Trust me, you DON'T want that!"