I would ask you to stay to luncheon, but I'm afraid there mightn't be enough to go round." Pamela gratefully accepted the invitation to tea, and said as to luncheon she was sure Miss Bathgate would be awaiting her with a large dish of stewed steak and carrots saved from the night before--so she departed.
* * * * * Later in the day, as Miss Bathgate sat for ten minutes in Mrs.M'Cosh's shining kitchen and drank a dish of tea, she gave her opinion of the lodger.
"Awfu' English an' wi' a' the queer daft ways o' gentry.

'Oh, Miss Bathgate,' a' the time.

They tell me Miss Reston's considered a beauty in London.

It's no' ma idea o' beauty--a terrible lang neck an' a wee shilpit bit face, an' sic a height! I'm fair feared for ma gasaliers.
An' forty if she's a day.

But verra pleasant, ye ken.