"It savoured a little of being sent back.

But if what she says is right, and she should know if they handle such stuff at that art store, she will feel considerably better not to see this." He set his load at the door, drew an old blue saucer from his pocket and made a careful examination.

He pulled some leaves from a bush and pushed a greasy cloth out of the saucer, wiped it the best he could, and held it to light.
"That is a crime!" he commented.

"Saucer from your maternal ancestors' tea set used for a grease dish.

I am afraid I'd better sink it in the lake.