"Have my handkerchief," he suggested.
She accepted it with a smile, and sat down.
"Tell me about everything," she said.
Rivington sat down also, and took a long, luxurious pull at the briar pipe.
"Things were quite lively for a day or two after you left," he said. "But they have settled down again. Still, I don't advise you to go back again at present."
"Oh, I'm not going," she said. "I am much happier here. I saw a squirrel this morning. I wanted to kiss it dreadfully, but," with a sigh, "it didn't understand."
"The squirrel's loss," observed Rivington.
She crumpled his handkerchief into a ball, and tossed it at him.
"Of course. But as it will never know what it has missed, it doesn't so much matter. Are you going to live in the caravan? I'll bring you your supper if you are."
"That's awfully good of you," he said.