I always have to eat eggs with my head turned away so to speak.

There is something about the yolk so--so----" Her voice trailed away under Miss Bathgate's stolid, unsmiling gaze.
There was no point in going on being arch about eggs to a person who so obviously regarded one as a poor creature.

But a stand must be taken.
"Er--Miss Bathgate----" Pamela began.
There was no answer from Bella, who was putting the dishes on a tray.
Had she addressed her rightly?
"You _are_ Miss Bathgate, aren't you ?" "Ou ay," said Bella.

"I'm no' mairret nor naething o' that kind." "I see.

Well, Miss Bathgate, I wonder if you would mind if Mawson--my maid, you know--carried away some of those ornaments and photographs to a safe place?
It would be such a pity if we broke any of them, for, of course, you must value them greatly.