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"Did your father teach you to think like this?"

"Oh, dear no!" said Betty "He doesn't like the little pretty things"

"It's odd," said Temple "Look at those yellow roses all over that hideous villa"

"My step-father would only see the villa Well, must ork to-day?"

"What would you like to do?"

"I should like to go to those big rocks--the Rochers des Demoiselles, aren't they?--and tie up the pony, and clireen tops of the trees You see things when you're idle that you never see when you're working, even if you're trying to paint those very things"

So, by and by, the gray pony was unharnessed and tied to a tree in a cool, grassy place where he also could be happy, and the two others took the winding stony path

A turn in the s the precipice that fell a sheer thirty feet to the tops of the trees on the slope below White, silvery sand carpeted the ledge, and on the sand the shadow of a leaning rock fell blue

"Here" said Betty, and sank down Her sketchbook scooped the sand with its cover "Oh, I am hot!" She threw off her hat

"You don't look it," said Te bottle of weak claret and water fro the little glass when he had filled it

Betty drank, in little sips

"How extraordinarily nice it is to drink when you're thirsty," she said, "and how heavenly this shadow is"

A long silence Terass a little below theood here," said Betty "Oh, how glad I a looks different here--I s that look as if they s that didn'tlittle e of his hand as he lay, "I never expected to have such days in this world as I've had here with you We've grown to be very good friends here, haven't we?"

"We were very good friends in Paris," said Betty, re the letter that had announced his departure