She reached in again.

She did not wish to despoil the meritorious hen unnecessarily, so she held the egg up in her inclosing fingers and looked through it, as she had often seen the cook do at home.

She was not sure, but the inside seemed muddy.

She laid it to one side, tried another.
It was clear and she ate it as she had eaten the first.

She laid aside the third, the fourth, and the fifth.