Some had even reached the jam-tartlet stage.
"It's a good thing we've each got our own private basket, or there wouldn't be much left for you," shouted Mary Acton.

"Where have you been all this while ?" "Consorting with members of the Peerage," said Addie airily.

"Oh yes, my dear girl! We've had quite what you might call a confidential talk down by the stream with Lord Glyncraig." "Not really ?" asked Stephanie, pricking up her ears.
"Really and truly! He's not your special property any longer.

Rona has quite supplanted you." "I don't believe it.

You're ragging." Stephanie was rather pink and indignant.
"Ask the others, if you want to know." No one was particularly sorry to take a rest after all the scrambling.
The lunch tasted good out-of-doors, and the last tartlet had soon disappeared.