CHAPTER XXXVI

CONCERNETH THE DARK AND THE FAIR Josepha was uncomfortably hot, rather breathless, somewhat dishevelled and extremely thirsty, for the afternoon was warm and she had been digging; thus, ceasing her labour, she leaned upon the five-pronged fork she had been using, and hailed the kitchen: “Sarah! Sarah, is it tea-time yet?” “‘Land of hope and glory . . .’” sang Sarah, full-throated and quite deafened by her vocal efforts. “Oh dash it!” panted Josepha, drooping upon her fork, and hailed, thereafter, louder than ever u…