To sit unsheltered under this roasting sun, and make myself giddy by gauging proportions with a pencil at the end of my nose, or smudging my mistakes with melting india-rubber, is quite another matter.

I'm off to Eleanor.

I've got another sheet of paper, and I think trees are rather in my line." "I _thought_ my block looked smaller," said I, rapidly comparing Jack's paper and my own, with a feeling for size developed by my labours.
"Has she got a water-pot ?" asked Jack.
"She is sure to have," said I pointedly.

"She always takes her own materials with her." "How fortunate for those who do not!" said Jack.

"Now, Margery dear, don't look sulky.