I wish she was a man." He suddenly ground his heel, and there was distemper in face and voice; his shoulders hunched; his hands were thrust down in his pockets.

He wheeled on her.

"Where's your other boy?
Where's Carnac ?" The woman pointed to the lawn.

"He's catching a bit of the city from the hill just beyond the pear-tree." "Painting, eh?
I heard he was here.

I want to talk to him." "I don't think it will do any good," was the sad reply.