The sun hung red over the lagoon when they sauntered back to camp. She went into her tent with a cheerful nod to him, which said:
"I've had a splendid time, and I'll rejoin you in a few moments."
When she emerged in fresh white flannels, she found him writing in a blank-book.
"I wonder if I might see?" she said. "If it's scientific, I mean."
"It is, entirely."
So she seated herself on the ground beside him, and read over his shoulder the entries he was making in his field book concerning the day's doings. When he had finished his entry, she said:
"You have not mentioned my coming to you, and how we looked for ichneumon flies together."
"I——" He was silent.
She added timidly: "I know I count for absolutely nothing in the important experiences of a naturalist, but—I did look very hard for ichneumon flies. Couldn't you write in your field book that I tried very hard to help you?"
He wrote gravely: