She had wanted to make everything perfect... She had spent most of the morning toiling away over the meal she made. The cook was only too happy to help because she was glad Miss Pearl was getting out of the house... She only guessed a young man was involved, but said nothing. Pearl, under the watchful eye of the cook, produced almost perfect fried chicken, perhaps a touch too light on the outside but certainly not raw, macaroni cheese straight from a cook book, cherry pie as promised, and a few other things... All of these things would be packed into a basket with some wooden dishes since she did not wish to break glass ones, and whatever other dishes were needed. She then got dressed in her prettiest walking dress and even fussed a little over her hair.

Even after her eldest sister did some jabbing, Pearl made an early appearance at the little knoll and had everything set up and ready to go, and she waited for his arrival.