She found Mrs.Holt there in the act of closing her closet door.

Kate looked at her with astonished eyes.
"I was just telling my son," Mrs.Holt said rather breathlessly, "that I would take a peep and see if I had forgot to put your extra covers on the shelf." Kate threw her book on the bed and walked to the table.

She had experienced her share of battle for the day.

"No children to rummage," passed through her brain.

It was the final week of hot, dry August weather, while a point had been made of calling her attention to the extra cover when the room had been shown her.