“Though I’m not positive it was à la something. I believe it was œufs Marseillaises or some word like that. Anyhow, just call the waiter and say eggs.”
Sam called the waiter and said eggs. The waiter appeared not only to understand but to be gratified.
“The first time I saw that photograph——” he resumed.
“I wonder why they call those eggs œufs Marseillaises,” said Kay pensively. “Do you think it’s a special sort of egg they have in Marseilles.”
“I couldn’t say. You know,” said Sam, “I’m not really frightfully interested in eggs.”
“Have you ever been in Marseilles?”
“Yes, I went there once with the Araminta.”
“Who is Araminta?”
“The Araminta. A tramp steamer I’ve made one or two trips on.”
“What fun! Tell me all about your trips on the Araminta.”