“I wonder which it was,” said Kay casually.
“It was——”
“So long as it wasn’t the one of me sitting in a sea shell at the age of two, I don’t mind.”
“It was——”
“They told me that if I was very good and sat very still, I should see a bird come out of the camera. I don’t believe it ever did. And why they let me appear in a costume like that, even at the age of two, I can’t imagine.”
“It was the one of you in a riding habit, standing by your horse.”
“Oh, that one?... I think I will take eggs after all.”
“I don’t know. Œufs à la something, weren’t they?”
“Wait!” said Sam. He spoke as one groping his way through a maze. “Somehow or other we seem to have got onto the subject of eggs. I don’t want to talk about eggs.”