“You take it in your fingers?” asked Jeanette in horrified tones.
“Of course.”
“Are you sure?”
“Why, yes. Go ahead, and don’t be silly!”
Slowly and awkwardly, Jeanette repeated the processes which Martha had demonstrated.
“Everybody is looking at me,” she said, flushing hotly.
“Everybody is far too interested in his own lunch to bother looking at you,” Miss Ashton assured her.
“I’m afraid this isn’t the right way to do it,” protested Jeanette, over the third clam. “It seems so sort of messy.”
“I certainly would have no object in deceiving you,” retorted Martha, a bit tartly. “That man at the next table just got some. Watch him and see what he does.”
Rather to Jeanette’s surprise, and to Martha’s complete satisfaction, their neighbor employed the same method.