Then, his hone in one hand and his scythe in the other, he stood and watched Meldon, The handkerchief waved again, and Meldon started walking briskly across the lawn.

The hone rasped harshly against the scythe blade, and "The Irish Washerwoman" rang out shrilly.
Miss King woke with a start.

Callaghan turned away from her, and still whistling vigorously, began to mow.

Meldon hurried forward.
"How do you do, Miss King ?" he said.

"I happened to be passing the gate and I just called in to see how you are getting on, and to see whether there is anything I can do for you." Miss King blinked, got her feet out of the hammock, sat up, and shook hands with Meldon.
"It's very kind of you.