Hooking one arm round the bough of a tree that shot up from the hillside to the height of the rock and beyond, she pressed her foot firmly against the protecting root of an ancient vine of poison ivy.

Thus ensconced, she had free hands; and she proceeded to remove the thin shell of the egg piece by piece.

She had difficulty in restraining herself until the end.

At last she put the whole egg into her mouth.

And never had she tasted anything so good.
But one egg was only an appetizer.