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i84CARAVAN DAYSwaiters about. We called for specialities thatwere not on the menu. We refused to be startledby the luxurious table fittings we were not put;out of countenance by the finger-bowls. Weremembered that salad ought to go on a plate ofits own ;we were even annoyed when we foundthat that plate was not in the shape of a corpulentand blunted half-moon. We felt that they hadno right to fob us offwith circular salad plates.And afterwards we tossed down our tablenapkinsand strolledinto the lounge, where wesat toying with fashionable illustrated papers anddrinking black coffee.Then we went and strolled about Braemar.Wevisited shops and made all the proper purchases.We pored over a guide-book. And as a fittingclimax, for we were quite determined to gothrough with the thing, we adjourned to thepost office to send picture-postcards. But hereat last we faltered. My Partner had borne upvery well so far youshould have seen her flingingoff her motor-veil as we came into the hotel, witha peevish remark about the dust :they didn'tknow that we had come in the bus. But now,as she seized her pen and faced her postcard(with a beautiful picture of Balmoral upon it), shebegan to waver.