CHAPTER XVI
"Would you mind telling me," inquired Arethusa, as courteously as possible, "what these are?"
But her neighbor paid no attention.
She repeated her request, raising her voice a trifle. "Maybe he's deaf," she thought.
And this time he turned, "I beg your pardon.... But did you speak to me?"
"Yes," she replied, "I asked you to tell me what these were."
He stared at her, surprised into a direct reply, "Why, they're oysters!"
"Oysters!"
Arethusa examined them critically. No wonder they had looked so familiar! "But they're raw!" she exclaimed.