Everybody looked at Pamela, who went on eating her egg slowly.
"It was my wraith," she said, "it wasn't me."
"Jolly solid wraith," declared Mollie, laughing.
"Well, but where did I go?" demanded Pamela, half laughing. "I mean, where did you think I went?"
"Don't know, my dear; I lost sight of you. It's for you to say where you went."
Pamela shook her head, and helped herself to marmalade.
"Well, it wasn't me," she repeated.
"'I', Pamela dear, 'I', please," put in Miss Chance urgently. And everybody laughed.
CHAPTER III
In which Hughie is Ill-used