He begged that she would not hasten.

The tide would not turn yet.
But Chris was in an impetuous mood.

She wanted to start upon her adventure without delay.

Should they not explore first and have tea after?
It should be exactly as she wished, he assured her.

Was it not her _fete_?
But when at length she reached the shingle under the cliffs, she found a surprise in store for her that made her change her mind.
A white napkin was spread daintily upon a flat-topped rock, and on this were set a large pink and white cake and a box of _fondants_.
"Goodness!" ejaculated Chris.
"_Merveilleux_!" exclaimed the Frenchman.
She turned upon him.