Bashful charwomen hid their worn shoes beneath modest skirts, balanced frail teacups on large red hands.
Their host, red-headed Chancellor Churchill of the British Exchequer, passed the crumpets while Mrs. Churchill poured tea.
By this Christmas conviviality, staged in the imposing private office of the Chancellor of the Exchequer, Winston Churchill proved himself once again the most quixotic and perhaps kindest hearted of genial Premier Baldwin's; ministers.
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