midday
You 're as white as a blank sheet of Whatman 's hot-pressed water-colour paper ! '' The increasing heat was really beginning to overpower me , but I refused to leave my sketch . Jack pinned a large white pocket-handkerchief to my shoulders -- `` to keep the sun from the spine '' -- and departed to the ravine . By midday my outline was in . One is no good judge of one 's own work , but I think , on the whole , that it was a success . It is always refreshing to complete a stage of anything . I began to feel less hot and tired , as I passed a wash of clean water over my outline , and laying it in the sun to dry , got out my colours and brushes .