The explanations he gave were both very logical, and if she hadn't been so put out they certainly would have occurred to her before she'd decided to melt down in the middle of the marketplace. If they'd only switched locations, she might still be able to salvage the outing, to an extent. If they'd taken the week off, though, she would just be out of luck. She didn't get to come around every week, after all — her outings were dependent on Mr. Lytton having a break in his schedule that allowed for her to take time to herself on a Tuesday or Thursday, and on Cook not having done the grocery shopping yet. It might be a month or more before she got her bag of biscuits. If she discovered that was the case only after wandering around looking for the booth for the next twenty minutes, though, and still had half her shopping list to get through, she imagined she'd be quite a wreck.

"You're right," she agreed, composing herself. "Of course you're right. It's hardly the end of the world. I was just so put out," she explained. "I only do the shopping once in a blue moon, you know, and they've always been my little treat — that and the blackberry jam from the stall in the middle of the market, and this week they were out of blackberry," she explained. "And I don't know when I'll be back this way again. It's just terribly disappointing."