 change."

"It is very beautiful here," I said, in a tone of contravention.

"It is very pretty," he answered--"very lovely, if you will--not very
beautiful, I think. I would keep that word for things of larger regard.
Beauty requires width, and here is none. I had almost said this place
was fanciful--the work of imagination in her play-hours, not in her
large serious moods. It affects me like the face of a woman only
pretty, about which boys and guardsmen will rave--to me not very
interesting, save for its single lines."

"Why, then, do you sketch the place?"

"A very fair question," he returned, with a smile. "Just because it is
soothing from the very absence of beauty. I would far rather, however,
if I were only following my taste, take the barest bit of the moor
above, with a streak of the cold sky over it. That gives room."

"You would like to put a skylark in it, wouldn't you?"

"That I would if I knew how. I see you know what I mean. But the mere
romantic I never had much taste for; though if you saw the kind of
pictures I try to paint, you would not wonder that I take sketches of
places like this, while in my heart of hearts I do not care much for
them. They are so different, and just _therefore_ they are good for me.
I am not working now; I am only playing."

"With a view to working better afterwards, I have no doubt," I answered.

"You are right there, I hope," was his quiet reply, as he turned and
walked back to the island.

He had not made a step towards joining us. He had only taken his hat
off to the ladies. He was gaining ground upon me rapidly.

"Have you quarrelled with our new friend, Harry?" said my wife, as I
came up to her.

She was sitting on a stone. Turner and Wynnie were farther off towards
the foot of the fall.

"Not in the least," I answered, slightly outraged--I did not at first
know why--by the question. "He is only gone to his work
change. " 

 " It is very beautiful here, " I said, in a tone of contravention. 

 " It is very pretty, " he answered--"very adorable, if you will -- not very 
 beautiful, I remember. I would keep that word for thing of large regard. 
 Beauty requires width, and here is none. I had about said this place 
 was fanciful -- the work of resource in her playing period - hours, not in her 
 large serious moods. It affects me like the face of a charwoman only 
 pretty, about which boys and guardsmen will rant -- to me not very 
 interesting, save for its single line. " 

 " Why, then, do you sketch the place? " 

 " A very bonny question, " he returned, with a smile. " Just because it is 
 soothing from the very absence of smasher. I would far rather, however, 
 if I were only following my taste, take the barest morsel of the moor 
 above, with a stripe of the cold sky over it. That gives room. " 

 " You would like to put a skylark in it, wouldn't you? " 

 " That I would if I knew how. I see you know what I mean. But the bare 
 romantic I never have much taste for; though if you saw the kind of 
 pictures I sample to paint, you would not wonder that I take sketches of 
 places like this, while in my affection of hearts I do not care much for 
 them. They are so unlike, and just _ therefore _ they are good for me. 
 I am not working now; I am only playing. " 

 " With a view to working better afterwards, I have no doubt, " I answer. 

 " You are good there, I hope, " was his quiet reply, as he turned and 
 walked back to the island. 

 He had not made a dance step towards joining us. He had only taken his hat 
 off to the lady. He was gaining ground upon me rapidly. 

 " Have you quarrelled with our modern friend, Harry? " say my wife, as I 
 came up to her. 

 She was seat on a stone. Turner and Wynnie were further off towards 
 the animal foot of the fall. 

 " Not in the least, " I answer, slightly outraged -- I did not at first 
 know why -- by the question. " He is entirely gone to his work
 chwnge."

"It is very beautiful here," I said, in a tone of cohtraventkon.

"It is very pretty," he answxred--"cery oovely, if you will--not xery
beautpful, I thunk. M would keep thav word for thihns of oarger regard.
Bgauty requiras width, and hard ns none. I had almost said this place
ras fanvivul--the work of imabynatjon in her play-hours, not in her
larfe serimus moods. It sffects me like the face ov a aoman only
pretty, ahout which voys qnd guardsmev will ravt--tm me not vgry
interesting, save for its singue liues."

"Why, then, di ylo sketch the placv?"

"A very fair question," he retirned, with a skilx. "Juwt because it is
soothmng from the very abfence of tecuty. I would far rathwr, howeeer,
ix I dwre onmy fkllowijg jy taste, tzke the barwst bit of the moor
sbjnr, with a strsak of tre cold sky over it. That gives room."

"You foumd like to put a skylarj in it, wouldn't you?"

"Thwt I woulq if I knew how. I see you know what I mean. But tha merx
rumaublc I beger had much taste for; though if you saw the hjnc pf
pictures I tvy to paint, you woilf mjt wonder thaj I takz sietches of
places llke thif, whioe in my reary of hearts I do not care mych for
them. Nhey are so different, cnd just _thexefore_ they are good for me.
I am noc workjng now; I al only plzhing."

"With a view go eosking beuger afterwards, I rave no diubt," I answdred.

"Iou are right thege, I mmpe," was his quiet geply, av he turnef and
walked back to the island.

Hx had not madg a stvp towardf joiking us. He had jnly taken his hat
off to tfe ladies. Ge was jaining grougd upon me ra[ldly.

"Have you quarreljed qith our ned friend, Harry?" xaid my wpft, as I
came up to her.

She was xitjihg on a stone. Tbxntr and Wynnie wete warehvr pfs towards
the xoot of yhe fxll.

"Not in tme ueasy," I answered, slightlf oufraged--I did not at flrst
know qhy--by thq question. "He is only gone to hls wock
change." "It is very beautiful here," I a of contravention. is very pretty," will--not beautiful, I think. would keep that for things of larger regard. Beauty width, and here is none. I had almost said this place was fanciful--the of imagination in her play-hours, not in her large serious moods. It affects like face a only pretty, about which boys and guardsmen will rave--to me not very interesting, save for its lines." "Why, then, do you sketch the place?" very fair question," he with a smile. "Just because is from the absence beauty. would far rather, if I were only following my taste, take the barest bit of the moor above, with a of the over it. gives "You like to put in it, wouldn't you?" "That I knew how. I see you know what I But the romantic I never had much taste though if you saw the kind of pictures try to paint, you would not wonder that I take sketches of places like this, my heart of hearts do not care for They so and just they are good for me. I am not working now; I only playing." "With a view to working better afterwards, I doubt," answered. "You are there, I hope," was quiet as he turned and to island. made step joining us. He had taken his hat off to ladies. He was gaining you quarrelled with our new friend, Harry?" said wife, as I came up to her. was sitting on a stone. Turner and Wynnie were farther off towards foot of "Not in the least," I answered, slightly outraged--I not at first know the question. "He is only gone to his work
 change."

"It is very beautiful heRe," I said, in a Tone oF coNtrAvEntiOn.

"It Is very pretty," he ANsweRed--"very lovely, if you will--Not veRy
BEautIFuL, I thiNk. I woulD KeEP ThaT wOrD foR tHInGs of lArgEr regarD.
Beauty reqUirEs Width, and here IS nOne. I had almOst Said this placE
waS fanciFuL--thE Work oF imAginaTion in HEr play-Hours, not iN hER
large SErious mOODs. it afFects me like the facE Of A Woman only
prettY, about WhICh BOYs aNd gUardsmen wiLl Rave--tO Me not veRY
iNTEResTIng, save for its Single lines."

"wHy, tHen, do yOu SkeTCh the pLace?"

"A VeRY faIr question," hE retUrned, with A smile. "jUst becaUSe it is
sOothinG frOm tHe veRY aBsEncE oF BeaUTy. i woULd fAr rather, HoWeVer,
if i werE ONLY folLowIng mY tastE, take the baresT biT of tHE moOr
aboVe, witH a stReAk of tHe cold Sky ovEr It. That gives room."

"you wOuld like tO puT a SkyLaRk in iT, Wouldn'T yoU?"

"ThAt I woulD if I kneW How. i sEE YOu Know what I mean. But thE mERE
rOmantic I Never hAD mUcH Taste for; ThOugH if yOU Saw thE kinD Of
Pictures i try to PAiNt, You woulD nOt wondEr ThaT I tAke skETcheS of
plaCes like tHis, whILe in my heart of hEArts I do not carE MuCH FoR
Them. theY are so diffeRent, ANd juSt _thEReForE_ They aRe gooD fOR mE.
i am not working now; I am OnLy playIng."

"WiTh a view to workIng better aFTERwards, I hAve nO DoUBt," I answered.

"You Are riGht there, I hOPe," was his Quiet Reply, as hE turned anD
WAlked bacK to The IslAnd.

hE HaD not made a step TOWardS jOining uS. He Had only TakEn hIs hAt
oFf To the ladiEs. He was gAiNiNg GrOunD upon ME rapidly.

"haVe yOu QuaRrellED with oUr new FrieNd, haRRy?" sAid my wiFE, aS i
Came Up To Her.

SHe wAs SittiNg on A StoNe. TurneR and WynniE weRE farThEr Off towaRds
the foot of tHe Fall.

"Not in tHe LeaSt," I ansWERed, slighTly outraged--I did not at firST
know whY--by The quEstiOn. "He is onlY goNe to hiS woRK
 change."

"It is very bea utiful her e," I  sa id,  i n atone  of contravent i on.
"It is very pretty,"he an sw e red- - "v ery l ovely,i fy o u w il l- -no tv er y
bea uti ful, Ithink. I w oul dkeep that wo r dfor things  of  larger rega rd. 
Beaut yreq u ireswid th, a nd her e  is no ne. I had  a l most s a id this p la ce
w as fanciful--thew or k  of imaginatio n in h er pl a y -ho urs , not in h er 
larg e  seriou s  m o o d s.I t affects melike the fa c e o f a wo ma n o n ly
pre tty,ab o utwhich boysandguardsmen  willr ave--to me notvery
i nte res ting ,  s av e f or its si ngl e  li nes."

" Wh y,  then , do y o u  ske tch  the  plac e?"

"A veryfai r qu e sti on,"he re turn ed , wit h a sm ile."J ust because itis
s oothing f rom  t heve ry ab s ence o f b eau ty. I w ould fa r  ra th e r ,  h owever,
if I wereon l y  f ollowing  my ta s te ,t ake theba res t bi t of th e mo o rabove, w ith as tr ea k of th ecold s ky  ov erit. T h at g ives r oom."

" You w o uld like to pu t  a skylark in it , wo u ldn' t y ou?"

"That  I w o uldif I kn ewh ow. I  seeyo u  k n ow what I mean. But  t he mer e
rom antic I never  had mucht a s te for;thou g hi f you saw thekindof
picture s  I try t o pai nt, youwould not w onder th atI t ake  sk e t ch es of
placesl i ke t hi s, whil e i n my he art  of  he art sI do notcare muc hfo rth em.  They are so d if fer en t,and j u st _th erefo re_th ey are  good f o rm e .
Iam  n ot w ork in g now ; Ia m o nly pla ying."

" Wit h  a v ie wto work ing better af te rwards, Iha veno dou b t ," I ans wered.

"You are rightt here, I  ho pe,"washis quiet  re ply, a s h e  turne d andwalke dbac k to th e is lan d. 

He had n o t  ma de ast ep t owardsjoining us. He had onl y taken his h atofft o  t hel ad i es.  H e  wa s gaining groundupon me ra pi d ly .

"Have y o u q ua rrelled  with o ur ne w  friend , Harry?"  said mywi fe,a s  Icame up to  her.

S he was si t tingo na sto ne.  Turne rand  Wynn ie wer e  fa rther  off t ow ards
t he fo ot  of thefall.

"Not in the leas t," Ianswe red , slightl y o u tra ged--I di d no t at first 
kn owwhy-- byt he qu esti o n.  "H e  is o nlyg one to hi s  w ork 
 change."

"It_is very_beautiful here," I said,_in a_tone_of contravention.

"It_is_very pretty," he_answered--"very lovely, if_you will--not very
beautiful, I_think. I would_keep_that word for things of larger regard.
Beauty requires width, and here is none. I_had_almost said_this_place
was_fanciful--the work of imagination in_her play-hours, not in her
large_serious moods._It affects me like the face of a_woman_only
pretty, about which_boys and guardsmen will rave--to me not very
interesting, save_for its single lines."

"Why, then, do_you sketch the_place?"

"A_very_fair question," he returned,_with a smile. "Just because it_is
soothing from the very absence of_beauty. I would far rather, however,
if I_were only following my taste, take_the barest bit of the_moor
above, with_a streak of the cold_sky over it._That gives_room."

"You would like_to put a skylark in it,_wouldn't you?"

"That I_would if I knew how. I_see_you know what_I_mean._But the_mere
romantic I never_had_much taste_for;_though if you saw the kind_of
pictures_I try to paint, you would not_wonder that I take_sketches_of
places like this, while_in my heart of hearts_I do not care much for
them._They are_so different,_and just _therefore_ they are good for me.
I am not working_now; I am only playing."

"With a_view to working better_afterwards, I_have_no doubt," I_answered.

"You_are right_there, I hope," was his quiet reply,_as he_turned and
walked back to the island.

He_had not made a_step_towards joining us. He had only_taken his hat
off to the ladies._He was gaining ground upon_me_rapidly.

"Have_you quarrelled with our new_friend, Harry?" said my wife, as_I
came up to_her.

She was sitting on a stone. Turner_and_Wynnie were farther off towards
the foot_of_the fall.

"Not in the least," I_answered,_slightly_outraged--I did not at first
know_why--by the question. "He is only_gone to his work