It's unfinished, but no finishing would do any good.

We've got an outlandish subject and a bad time of day.

But keep it just as it is, and three months hence, on a cool day, you'll be pleased when you look at it." "Perhaps if I went on a little with the foreground," I suggested; but even as I spoke, I put my hand to my head.
"Go to Eleanor in the ravine, at once," said Clement imperatively.

"I'll bring your things.

What _did_ make us such fools as to come out without umbrellas ?" "We came out in the cool of the morning," said I, as I staggered off; "besides, it's almost impossible to hold one and paint too." Once in the ravine, I dropped among the long grass and ferns, and the damp, refreshing coolness of my resting-place was delicious.
Eleanor was not faint, neither had she been crying; but she was not much happier with her sketch than I had been with mine.