Mable had never dealt with a net before, so she was careful to follow Anne's lead and instruction to fold and carry it back to the Cragg.  Walking so carefully exhausted her, just a little - she much preferred to skip and hold onto Anne herself as they walked down the street together - but Mable persevered for the sake of the net.

After setting it up on the line, Mable brushed herself off, though water had already seeped into her dress and was cooling her skin.  She minded that less than she probably should have, and rejoined Anne's side to help her further.

"Set the table," Mable repeated, "I'd love to!  I've not done it before, so I'll need some direction, but I've certainly collected water before."  If Anne was preparing to set the table, it must have been getting late already.  Mable hadn't even realized the day was going by so quickly.  She wondered if her brother was back at their hotel room yet, worried about her absence.