A few minutes later Miss King, feeling the need of luncheon, disentangled herself from the hammock, bundled her papers together, and went into the house.
At two o'clock the men, carrying their scythes, returned to the tennis court, which was nearly half mowed.

At half-past two Miss King joined them, and climbed as gracefully as she could into the hammock.

She brought a book with her this time instead of her manuscript.

The afternoon was hotter than the morning had been, and there was a very soothing sound of bees among the branches of the trees.

Miss King, who had eaten her luncheon with a good appetite, went to sleep.