"While I was shaving, at 6.45, I
heard a chorus of young female voices piping a carol in the corridor; it came
closer; my door burst open; and six comely young chambermaids, clad in what
appeared to be white nightdresses and white stocking feet, with cardboard
crowns on their heads with lighted candles in them – looking like walking
birthday cakes – marched in singing. I hastily wiped the suds from my face, put
on my overcoat over my underclothes, and bowed to them. They continued to sing
throughout, so there was nothing to be said; but one of them held a tray with a
cup of coffee and a few sweet biscuits which she held towards me, so I drank
the coffee and ate the biscuit."
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