Everything had been arranged with the utmost care. All the good things to eat were spread out upon the rocks by the sea. A gay sparkling little brook brought water to drink. The sun was shining brightly and a soft gentle little breeze was blowing.
Everything seemed absolutely perfect. But there was a cross fussy old dog who came to the party. She was a yellow dod.
they say. Nothing ever suited her. Whenever she went to a party she always found fault with something. Sometimes there was
too little to eat and sometimes there was too much. Sometimes the hot things were not hot enough and sometimes the cold
things were not cold enough. Sometimes the hot things were so hot they burned her mouth and the cold things so cold that they
gave her indigestion. There was always something wrong. At this party, however, there was not too much to eat and there
was not too little to eat. The hot things were all just hot enough and the cold things were all just cold enough.
In section 2, the word utmost most nearly