CHAPTER VI.
TEA AT THE FARM.
"Kitty, _are_ you coming, or _are_ you not?
It is very mean of you to keep us waiting all this time when you know how hungry we are!" With a deep, regretful sigh and a little shake Kitty rose and made her way to the large flat rock by the water's edge, on which the others had grouped themselves in more or less easy attitudes, with the food as a centrepiece.

Betty had spread a sheet of white paper, and on it had arranged the pasties according to their length.
"You need not have waited for me," said Kitty, annoyed at having her dreams so broken in upon.

"We have each got our own, and can eat them when we like." "But we never do begin until we all begin together," said Betty reproachfully, "It would seem dreadfully mean; besides, we want you to say which is my pasty and which Dan's.

The letter has been broken on one, and knocked right off another.

I carried them ever and ever so carefully, so it can't be my fault.