Graham Hinde recounts that they might accurately be described as gentlewomen of reduced circumstances. They were,in fact, as poor as church mice.Margaret was not in the same dimension as everyone else. Mary, however, had been a fairly high ranking officer in the A.T.S.and exercised a sort of droit de seigneur,{or whatever the female equivalent is} over the park. In those days most of us had solid fuel boilers. Miss Trant was out of fuel, as she hadn't paid her bill {one didn't pay tradesmen in her world}. I felt sorry for her and foolishly invited her to take some fuel from my bunker to tide her over She took me at my word, came with her wheelbarrow, and removed close to a ton of anthracite whilst I was at work. She never alluded to the incident again,even to say "thanks".