THE GREEN FRIEND Though we had received such unmistakable notice to quit, we still lingered on in our solitude, after the manner of defiant tenants whom nothing short of corporal ejection can dislodge.

The North wind began to roar in the tree-tops and shake the doors and windows of the shack, like an angry landlord, but we paid no heed to him.

Yet, all the time, both of us, in our several ways, were saying our farewells, and packing up our memories for departure.

There was an old elm-tree which Colin had taken for his Summer god, and which he was never tired of painting.

He must make the one perfect study of that before we pulled up stakes.