She realized, however, that the
young man who she had been told was "the greatest catch at The Beaches"
was much distrait and that her conversation seemed not to interest him
at all.
They went back toward the scene of the film activities. It was the
hour of the usual promenade on the sands. Everybody in the summer
colony appeared on the beach while the walking along the water's edge
was fine. This promenade hour was even more popular than the bathing
hour which was, of, course, at high tide.
Groups of women, young and old, strolled under gay parasols, or camped
on the sands to chat. Brilliantly striped marquees were set up below
some of the cottages, in which tea and other refreshments were served.
The younger people fluttered about, talking and laughing, much like a
flock of Mother Carey's chickens before a storm.
There were several wagons over from the Haven, in which the small-fry
summer visitors arrived and joined their more aristocratic neighbors.
The wagons stopped upon the Shell Road and the passengers climbed down
to the beach between two of the larger cottages.
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