There was no one coming in any direction.

She followed the road until well around the corner, then she stopped and sat on a grassy spot, laid her books beside her and opened the lunch box.

Last night's odours had in a measure prepared her for what she would see, but not quite.

She scarcely could believe her senses.

Half the bread compartment was filled with dainty sandwiches of bread and butter sprinkled with the yolk of egg and the remainder with three large slices of the most fragrant spice cake imaginable.