In some mysterious manner it was plain that she had displeased the big Irishman.
He turned now and offered her an egg, after removing the clay mold.

But when she thanked him with the most flattering of smiles, she became aware that McTee in turn was vexed, while the Irishman seemed perfectly happy again.
"Have an egg, McTee," he offered, and rolled a couple toward the big captain.
"I will not.

I never had a taste for eggs." "Why, captain," murmured Kate, "you can't live on shellfish ?" "Humph! Can't I?
Very nutritious, Kate, and very healthful.

Have to be careful what you eat in this climate.

Those eggs, for instance.