There was no
getting past her veil of reticence. Tony tried her with questions, but
"Yes, madam," "No, madam," and "Certainly, madam," appeared the sum of
her vocabulary. Yet when we sent her to the kitchen for more hot water,
we were conscious of a whispering and giggling which assured us that
off the stage she could thaw.
"We must stay a day or two," said Tony. "I'm dying to paidle in that
burn."
"My dear, how often have you promised me that you would never subject
me to Scotch after we were married!" I protested.
"When I see a burn I e'en must juist paidle in it," retorted Tony,
deliberately forswearing herself. "So we'll book that room."
At that moment the celestial waitress returned with the hot water, and
Tony made known her determination. I drive the car, but Tony supplies
the driving-power.
"Certainly, madam. I shall speak to Mr. Gunthorpe." Quickly she
returned.
"Number ten is vacant. The boots and chambermaid are both away at a
sheep-trial, but we expect them back any moment. I shall show you the
room, madam, and if you will leave the car, sir, until the boots
returns----"
"That will be all right.
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