I'd thought it would be better to have the buggy there

in the cool of the evening, when Mary would have time

to get excited and get over it -- better than in the blazing hot morning,

when the sun rose as hot as at noon, and we'd have the long broiling day

`What do you want me to come at sunset for?' asked James. `Do you want me

to camp out in the scrub and turn up like a blooming sundowner?'

`Oh well,' I said, `get here at midnight if you like.'

We didn't say anything for a while -- just sat and puffed at our pipes.