Transatlantic

 "I say, Carstairs," the glamorous blonde giggled, her cut-glass English accent at odds with her all-American image "this body exchange holiday idea of yours is working out splendidly. Although, I must ask, how on earth did you persuade this fine pair of fillies to switch with a couple of old duffers like us?"

 "Oh you know, how it goes Fairfax old boy," the brunette answering to Carstairs said with a wolfish grin, the tones of an Eton education clear in her voice too " a little old world charm a lot of old family money and Bob's your uncle, or should I say Fanny's your aunt in this particular case? Oh, and it's called a swap vacation this side of the pond."

 "Really, how peculiar," Fairfax allowed a frown to crease her flawless brow for a moment "but when in Rome I suppose. We're just a couple o' down home all American gals sugar, ain't no doubt about it!"

Her dark-haired companion winced at her shockingly bad imitation of a southern belle

 "Please Fairfax," she laughed "you're a man of many talents but impersonation isn't one of them."

 "Mmm?" Fairfax smiled with a coquettish tilt of her head "that's not what you said last night, chum. In fact, you seemed to agree I was quite the cunning linguist. Why don't we retire to our room and I can remind you why you were so keen on this little sojourn in the first place."