MaryPage, I decided on The Sisters The Saga of the Mitford Sisters by Mary S. Lovell, and am really enjoying it. I loved the story about Nancy scaring the crap out of Pam. I laughed so much I couldn't read for tears in my eyes. I must share this:
But despite her cruel streak, Nancy's sheer funniness endeared her to everyone, even when they were the butt of a painful tease, for she went to great lengths to make them laugh. Here, her skill in acting and disguise_learned in countless home-produced plays __ came in useful. During the general strike of 1926 Pam helped to run a temporary canteen on the main road to Oxford for strike_breaking truck drivers. According to Decca, Pam was the only one who knew how to make tea and sandwiches, and how to wash up, and she was given the early shift each day because she was an early riser. One morning at 5 a.m., while Pam was alone in the shack waiting for a customer, a filthy tramp lurched in from the half-light and asked for 'a cup ' tea, miss', When Pam started nervously to pour it he nipped round the counter, slipped a grimy arm around her waist and thrust his hideously scarred face into her, slurring, 'Can I' ave a kiss, miss?' Pam screamed, tried to run, fell over and broke an ankle. The tramp was Nancy.