A minute piece of shade was found for Mrs.Le Page, and here she sat on a flat piece of rock with her skirts drawn close about her as though she were afraid of rats or crabs.

A tablecloth was laid on the sand and the provisions spread out--pasties for everybody, egg-sandwiches, seed-cake, and jam-puffs--and ginger beer.

It looked a fine feast when it was all there, and Mrs.Cole, as she gave the final touch to it by placing a drinking glass containing two red rose-buds in the middle, felt proud of her efforts and hoped that after all the affair might pass off bravely.
But alas, how easily the proudest plans fall to the ground.
"I hope, Alice, you haven't forgotten the salt!" Instantly Mrs.Cole knew that she had forgotten it.

She could see herself standing there in Mrs.Monk's kitchen forgetting it.

How could she?
And Mrs.Monk, how could SHE?
It had never been forgotten before.
"Oh, no," she said wildly.