The transportation of the four girls did not take long.
“That’s all right,” said Agnes, briskly recovering from her momentary alarm. “But I never care for fish for breakfast. What are you going to cook over that fire, Neale O’Neil?”
“Give your order, lady. The chef will try to fill it,” declared Neale, quite unshaken by the prospect.
“Two eggs. I always have two eggs for breakfast,” declared Agnes. “You can have all the fruit you want to; but I demand the pair of hen-fruit, too.”
“Very well, my lady,” Neale said, bowing. “Keep your eye on this fire, Luke, while I go egging.”
“Egging!” exclaimed Luke, quite as mystified as the others.
“Sure. I’ve got to go to market for the eggs, haven’t I?” said Neale.