Well, ladies, I am sure you will be quite com-fortable in here,” Mr Stringer’s voice was saying. Then in through the double-doors he marched, black tail-coat and all, spreading his arms wide as he ushered in a great flock of ladies. “If there is anything we can do for you, do not hesitate to let me know,” he went on.
“Tea will be served for all of you on the Sunshine Terrace after you have con-cluded your meeting.” With that, he bowed and scraped himself out of the room as a vast herd of ladies from the Royal Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children came streaming in. They wore pretty clothes and all of them had hats on their heads.
In they came, talking their heads off. They began milling round and choosing their seats, and there was a whole lot of stuff like, “Come and sit next to me, Millie dear,” and “Oh, hel-loBeatrice! I haven’t seen you since the last meeting! What an adorable dress you have on!”
The witches, Roald Dahl