In the following summer Tess worked in the harvest fields with the other women, and at noon she sat apart and fed her baby. The child was sickly, and one night in August it began to die. The parson had not christened it, and her father, drunk and ashamed, had locked the door against him. Tess believed that an unbaptised child would go to the lowest corner of hell. So she woke her little brothers and sisters, filled the washing-stand with water, and baptised the baby herself by candlelight. She named him Sorrow. In the morning he was dead. The parson would not give him a Christian burial, and Tess buried him at night in the neglected corner of the churchyard where drunkards and suicides were put. She made a cross of two laths and a piece of string, and put flowers in a little jar of water.