They concocted an anonymous-advertisement and secretly sent it to The Times, clubbing their pocket-money together to pay for it.  The advertisement was: 

    Energetic Sisters of belligerent ancestry but unimpeachable
    Sympathies wish for any sort of work consistent with respectability. 
    No objection to being demeaned.

Anna-Felicitas inquired what that last word meant for it was Anna-Rose’s word, and Anna-Rose explained that it meant not minding things like being housemaids.  “Which we don’t,” said Anna-Rose.  “Upper and Under.  I’ll be Upper, of course, because I’m the eldest.”

Anna-Felicitas suggested putting in what it meant then, for she regarded it with some doubt, but Anna-Rose, it being her word, liked it, and explained that it Put a whole sentence into a nut-shell, and wouldn’t change it.

No one answered this advertisement except a society in London for helping alien enemies in distress.

“Charity,” said Anna-Rose, turning up her nose.

“And fancy thinking us enemies,” said Anna-Felicitas, “Us.  While mummy—­” Her eyes filled with tears.  She kept them back, however, behind convenient long eye-lashes.

Then they saw an advertisement in the front page of The Times that they instantly answered without saying a word to Aunt Alice.  The advertisement was: 

    Slightly wounded Officer would be glad to find intelligent and
    interesting companion who can drive a 14 h.p.  Humber.  Emoluments by
    arrangement.

“We’ll tell him we’re intelligent and interesting,” said Anna-Rose, eagerly.

“Yes—­who knows if we wouldn’t be really, if we were given a chance?” said Anna-Felicitas, quite flushed with excitement.

“And if he engages us we’ll take him on in turns, so that the emoluments won’t have to be doubled.”

“Yes—­because he mightn’t like paying twice over.”

“Yes—­and while the preliminaries are being settled we could be learning to drive Uncle Arthur’s car.”

“Yes—­except that it’s a Daimler, and aren’t they different?”

“Yes—­but only about the same difference as there is between a man and a woman.  A man and a woman are both human beings, you know.  And Daimlers and Humbers are both cars.”

“I see,” said Anna-Felicitas; but she didn’t.

They wrote an enthusiastic answer that very day.

The only thing they were in doubt about, they explained toward the end of the fourth sheet, when they had got to politenesses and were requesting the slightly wounded officer to allow them to express their sympathy with his wounds, was that they had not yet had an opportunity of driving a Humber car, but that this opportunity, of course, would be instantly provided by his engaging them.  Also, would he kindly tell them if it was a male companion he desired to have, because if so it was very unfortunate, for neither of them were males, but quite the contrary.