She was watching the roadway.

When Katy rang to call her to lunch, she told her to put the things away; she was expecting people who would take her out to lunch presently.

In the past years she had occasionally written to her uncle.
Several times when he had had business in Los Angeles she had met him at his hotel and dined with him.

She reasoned that he would come straight to the house and get her, and then they would go to one of the big hotels for lunch before they started.
"I shan't feel like myself," said Eileen, "until we are well on the way to San Francisco." At one o'clock she was walking the floor.

At two she was almost frantic.
At half past she almost wished that she had had the good sense to have some lunch, since she was very hungry and under tense nerve strain.