"A bathing-hut, to my mind, is a small wooden sentry box crammed with damp towels, sand-shoes, black spectacles, melting chocolate, and fishing-tackle, and with so many wet bathing-dresses on the floor it is difficult to find anywhere to stand. But Faith has procured for herself a sort of mansion in off-white, with pale green china on hooks, and a kettle, and chintz curtains with lilies of the valley all over them, and six green deck-chairs with canopies and salmon-pink cushions."
From Henrietta's War by Joyce Dennys.
