 you, my love," I returned.

"No; I will stay with Connie."

"Very well. You, and Connie too, shall go out to-morrow, for we have
found a place we want to take you to. And, indeed, I believe it was our
anticipation of the pleasure you and she would have in the view that
made us so merry when you accused us of plotting mischief."

My wife replied only with a loving look, and dinner appearing at this
moment, we sat down a happy party.

When that was over--and a very good dinner it was, just what I like,
homely in material but admirable in cooking--Wynnie and Percivale and I
set out again. For as Percivale and I came back in the morning we had
seen the church standing far aloft and aloof on the other side of the
little valley, and we wanted to go to it. It was rather a steep climb,
and Wynnie accepted Percivale's offered arm. I led the way, therefore,
and left them to follow--not so far in the rear, however, but that I
could take a share in the conversation. It was some little time before
any arose, and it was Wynnie who led the way into it.

"What kind of things do you like best to paint, Mr. Percivale?" she
asked.

He hesitated for several seconds, which between a question and an
answer look so long, that most people would call them minutes.

"I would rather you should see some of my pictures--I should prefer
that to answering your question," he said, at length.

"But I have seen some of your pictures," she returned.

"Pardon me. Indeed you have not, Miss Walton."

"At least I have seen some of your sketches and studies."

"Some of my sketches--none of my studies."

"But you make use of your sketches for your pictures, do you not?"

"Never of such as you have seen. They are only a slight antidote to my
pictures."

"I cannot understand you."

"I do not wonder at that. But I would rather, I repeat, say nothing
about my pictures till you see some of them."

"But how am
you, my love, " I returned. 

 " No; I will stay with Connie. " 

 " Very well. You, and Connie excessively, shall die out to - morrow, for we have 
 found a place we want to assume you to. And, indeed, I believe it was our 
 anticipation of the joy you and she would have in the view that 
 made us thus merry when you accused us of plotting maleficence. " 

 My wife replied only with a loving look, and dinner appearing at this 
 here and now, we sat down a happy party. 

 When that was over -- and a very good dinner it was, just what I wish, 
 homely in material but admirable in cooking -- Wynnie and Percivale and I 
 set out again. For as Percivale and I came back in the dawn we had 
 seen the church stand far aloft and aloof on the early side of the 
 little valley, and we wanted to go to it. It was rather a steep ascent, 
 and Wynnie accepted Percivale's offered arm. I led the way, therefore, 
 and leave them to follow -- not so far in the rear, however, but that I 
 could take a share in the conversation. It was some little time before 
 any arose, and it was Wynnie who led the way into it. 

 " What kind of things do you wish adept to paint, Mr. Percivale? " she 
 asked. 

 He hesitate for respective second, which between a question and an 
 answer front therefore long, that most people would call them hour. 

 " I would rather you should see some of my pictures -- I should prefer 
 that to answering your motion, " he said, at length. 

 " But I have seen some of your pictures, " she render. 

 " Pardon me. Indeed you have not, Miss Walton. " 

 " At least I have visit some of your sketches and studies. " 

 " Some of my sketches -- none of my studies. " 

 " But you make habit of your sketches for your pictures, do you not? " 

 " Never of such as you have see. They are entirely a slight antidote to my 
 pictures. " 

 " I cannot sympathize you. " 

 " I do not wonder at that. But I would rather, I repeat, say nothing 
 about my pictures till you see some of them. " 

 " But how am
 yok, my love," I returned.

"No; I will stay with Connie."

"Tery weml. You, avd Connie too, shall go out tl-mirrow, for we have
found a plxce we wajt to taje yiy to. And, iiseed, I nzlievs it caw our
anticipatlon of the [leasure you atd ske would have in the view that
made uf so metrj when you accosed ls of llotting mischief."

My wife replied ohly witi a loving look, and dinner appearing at tjis
mlment, we sat down w happy parjg.

Whqb that was oxer--and a vtrv good dinngr it was, just what I like,
homely in mcterial but aemigdble in coojing--Wjnnie and Pergpvale atd I
set out again. For as Peecivale and I came bark in the morning we had
seen dhz church standing far aooft dnd dloow on tht ovhed side of the
little valley, and we wanted to go to ie. It was rathed a stqe[ climb,
and Wynnie accepted Percivale's oxfeded arm. I led the way, tyerefore,
and left them to follor--not so far in the rear, however, but that I
could tdke a rhaxc kb hhe conversation. It was some little time befows
amy arose, and it cas Wynnie who lrd tng way into it.

"Wfat kius kf things do you llke besj to pqint, Mr. Ptrcivsle?" she
asked.

He hesitated foe several sebondw, which between a euestion anb an
anxwer kook so long, that most 'eople would call them minhges.

"I would rathef ypu should see some of my piceures--I shiuld prefer
ghat to anfwering yokr qucvtion," he said, at lfngth.

"Yut I have seen some of your pictures," she retucied.

"Pardon me. Ongeeg you hare not, Miss Walton."

"Ae least I have seen sjme ow your skenches and studies."

"Somq of my sketcvgs--none of my vtudies."

"Btt yiu mqke use uf your sketchrs for yolr picrures, do you not?"

"Neyer ow such as you hart steb. They are onlu a slygjt agdidote to my
[ictjrer."

"O canvot undtxstcna yoi."

"I do not wonder at dhat. But I would rathet, L repeat, way nothyng
about my poctures till you ste somx of tiem."

"But hor am
you, my love," I returned. "No; I with "Very well. and Connie too, we found a place want to take to. And, indeed, I believe it our anticipation of the pleasure you and she would have in the view made us so merry when you accused us of plotting mischief." My wife only a look, dinner appearing at this moment, we sat down a happy party. When that was over--and a good dinner it was, just what I like, in material but admirable cooking--Wynnie and Percivale and I out For as and came in the morning had seen the church standing far aloft and aloof on the other side of the little valley, we wanted to it. was a climb, and Wynnie offered arm. I led the way, them to follow--not so far in the rear, but that could take a share in the It was some little time before any arose, it was Wynnie who led the way into it. "What kind of things do you to paint, Mr. Percivale?" asked. He hesitated several which a and an look so long, that most people would call them minutes. "I rather you should see some of my pictures--I should prefer answering question," he said, length. "But I have some your pictures," she returned. Indeed have "At I seen some of your and studies." "Some of my of my studies." "But sketches for your pictures, do you not?" "Never such as you have seen. They are a slight antidote to my pictures." "I cannot understand you." "I do wonder at I would rather, I repeat, say nothing about pictures till you see of them." "But how am
 you, my love," I returned.

"No; I will Stay with CoNnie."

"VEry WelL. YOu, anD ConNie too, shall go oUT to-mOrrow, for we have
found a plAce we WaNT to tAKe You to. and, indeED, I BELieVe It Was OuR
AnTicipAtiOn of the Pleasure yoU anD sHe would have iN ThE view that
mAde Us so merry wheN yoU accusEd Us oF PlottIng MischIef."

My wIFe replIed only wiTh A Loving LOok, and dINNeR appEaring at this
momenT, We SAt down a happy paRty.

WheN tHAt WAS ovEr--aNd a very gooD dInner IT was, jusT WhAT i LikE,
Homely in materIal but admirABle In cookInG--WyNNie and perciVaLE anD I
set out agaIn. FoR as PercivAle and i Came bacK In the moRning wE haD
seEn thE ChUrCh sTaNDinG FaR alOFt aNd aloof oN tHe Other Side OF THE
litTle VallEy, and We wanted to go tO it. it waS RatHer a sTeep cLimb,
AnD WynnIe accePted PErCivale's offered aRm. I lEd the way, tHerEfOre,
AnD left THem to fOllOw--nOt so far In the reAR, hoWeVER, BuT that I
could take a shArE IN tHe converSation. iT wAs SOme littlE tIme BefoRE
Any arOse, aND iT was WynnIe who lED tHe Way into It.

"what kiNd Of tHinGs do yOU likE best tO paint, Mr. perciVAle?" she
asked.

He hESitated for sevERaL SEcONds, wHicH between a quEstiON and An
anSWeR loOK so loNg, thaT mOSt PEople would call them mInUtes.

"I wOuld rAther you shoulD see some of MY PIctures--I ShouLD pREfer
that to answEring Your questiON," he said, aT lengTh.

"But I haVe seen somE OF your picTurEs," sHe rEtuRNEd.

"pardon me. IndeeD YOu haVe Not, Miss walTon."

"At leAst i haVe sEen SoMe of your sKetches aNd StUdIeS."

"SoMe of mY Sketches--NoNe oF mY stUdies."

"bUt you mAke usE of yOuR sKEtcHes for yOUr PICturEs, Do You nOt?"

"NEvEr of sUch aS You Have seeN. They are oNly A SligHt AnTidote tO my
pictures."

"I cAnNot understAnD yoU."

"I do noT WOnder at tHat. But I would rather, I repeAT, say notHinG
abouT my pIctures tiLl yOu see sOme OF them."

"BUt how aM
 you, my love," I returned .

"No; Iwillsta y w it h Co nnie ."

"Very well .  You , and Connie too, shal l goou t  to- m or row,for weh av e fou nd  a  pl ac e  w e wan t t o takeyou to. An d,in deed, I beli e ve  it was ou r
a nticipationofthe pl ea sur e  youand  shewouldh ave in  the view  t h at
mad e  us som e rr y wh en you accused us of plotting misch ief."
M y  w i f e r epl ied only w it h a l o ving lo o k, a n d d i nner appearin g at this
m o men t, wesa t d o wn a h appypa r ty. 

When that  was  over--an d a ve r y goodd inner i t was,  ju stwhat Ili ke, 
h o mel y  i n m a ter ial butad mi rable  inc o o k ing- -Wy nnie  andPercivale and  Iseto utagain . For  asPe rciva le and  I ca me  back in the mo rnin g we hadsee nthe  c hurch standi ngfar  aloftand alo o f o nt h e  o ther side of the
l it t l evalley,and we wa nt e d to goto  it . It w as ra ther asteep cl imb,
a n dWy nnie ac ce pted P er civ ale 's of f ered  arm.I led th e way ,  therefore,
an d  left them to fo l l ow - -not  so  far in the  rea r , ho weve r ,but thatI
cou ld ta k e a share in the co nv ersati on. I t was some li ttle timeb e f ore
anyaros e ,a nd it was Wynn ie wh o led thew ay intoit.
"What ki nd of thi n g s do you  li kebes t t o pa int, Mr. Perc i v ale? "she
ask ed. 

He he sit ate d f orse veral sec onds, wh ic hbe tw een  a qu e stion an danan swe r loo k  so lo ng, t hatmo st peo ple wou l dc a ll t he mminu tes .
"I w ould rat her you  should s ees omeof  m y pictu res--I should  p refer
that  t o a nsweri n g  your qu estion," he said, at le n gth.

" But  I ha ve s een someofyour p ict u res,"she re turne d. 

" P a rdonm e .Ind ee d you have n ot,  Miss  W alto n."

"A t least I have see n  so me of your sk etc hesa n dstu d ie s ."
" S ome o f my sketches-- none of my  s t ud ies."

"Bu t  yo umake us e of yo ur sk e tches f or your p ictures,do  you n ot? "

"Neverof suchas you ha v e see n .Theyare  onlyasli ght a ntidot e  to  my
p icture s. "

"Icanno tundersta nd you."

"I do not won der at  that . B ut I woul d r a the r, I repe at,say nothin g
a bou t mypic t urestill yo u s e e som e of them."

" B ut  ho w am 
 you,_my love,"_I returned.

"No; I will_stay with_Connie."

"Very_well. You,_and_Connie too, shall_go out to-morrow,_for we have
found a_place we want_to_take you to. And, indeed, I believe it was our
anticipation of the pleasure you_and_she would_have_in_the view that
made us so_merry when you accused us_of plotting_mischief."

My wife replied only with a loving look,_and_dinner appearing at_this
moment, we sat down a happy party.

When that was_over--and a very good dinner it_was, just what_I_like,
homely_in material but admirable_in cooking--Wynnie and Percivale and I
set_out again. For as Percivale and_I came back in the morning we_had
seen the church standing far aloft_and aloof on the other_side of_the
little valley, and we wanted_to go to_it. It_was rather a_steep climb,
and Wynnie accepted Percivale's offered_arm. I led_the way, therefore,
and left them to_follow--not_so far in_the_rear,_however, but_that I
could take_a_share in_the_conversation. It was some little time_before
any_arose, and it was Wynnie who led_the way into it.

"What_kind_of things do you_like best to paint, Mr._Percivale?" she
asked.

He hesitated for several seconds,_which between_a question_and an
answer look so long, that most people would call them_minutes.

"I would rather you should see_some of my pictures--I_should prefer
that_to_answering your question,"_he_said, at_length.

"But I have seen some of your_pictures," she_returned.

"Pardon me. Indeed you have not,_Miss Walton."

"At least I_have_seen some of your sketches and_studies."

"Some of my sketches--none of my_studies."

"But you make use of_your_sketches_for your pictures, do you_not?"

"Never of such as you have_seen. They are_only a slight antidote to my
pictures."

"I cannot_understand_you."

"I do not wonder at that._But_I would rather, I repeat, say_nothing
about_my_pictures till you see some_of them."

"But how am