"Shall we hang up a piece of rag?" suggested Philip chaffingly.
Half in earnest, she took out her handkerchief, a white wisp with a pretty coloured border.
"It's a pity to tear that," said Philip.
"A sacrifice!" she replied; and before he could stop her she had torn it in two. "Now, you hang up one bit and I'll hang up the other. What would Miss Abigail say! For goodness' sake don't tell her."
Laughing, they hitched the bits of cambric to the twigs above their heads, and Miss Baker picked up her camera.
"Now, then, take off your hat, and let's hope the spirits won't spoil my pictures."
CHAPTER IV
Three days later cholera broke out on the relief works.