"Hi!" shouted Inez, in her inimitable way. "Hi, Mother Beasley! bring us two orders of the Irish and one ham an' eggs. Like 'em sunny-side up?"
"Like what sunny-side up?" gasped Bess.
"Yer eggs."
"Which is the sunny-side of an egg?" asked Bess faintly, while Nan was convulsed with laughter.
"Hi!" ejaculated Inez again. "Ain't you the greenie? D'ye want yer egg fried on one side, or turned over?"
"Turned over," Bess murmured.
"An' you?" asked the flower-seller of Nan.
"I always like the sunny-side of everything," our Nan admitted.
"Hi, Mother Beasley!" shouted Inez, to the woman in the kitchen. "Two of them eggs sunny-side up, flop the other."
Nan burst out laughing again at this. Bess was too funny for anything—to look at!