Do you think I'm worked out ?" He gulped down a sudden throb of fear smilingly.
"Lie fallow," said Querida, gently.

"No soil is deep enough to yield without rest." "Yours does." "Oh, for me," said Querida, showing his snowy teeth, "I often sicken of my fat sunlight, frying everything to an iridescent omelette." He shrugged, laughed: "I turn lazy for months every year.

Try it, my friend.

Don't you even keep _mi-careme_ ?" Neville stared out of the window at the station platform past which they were gliding, and rose with Querida as the train stopped.

His sister's touring car was waiting; into it stepped Querida, and he followed; and away they sped over the beautiful rolling country, where handsome cattle tried to behave like genuine Troyon's, and silvery sheep attempted to imitate Mauve, and even the trees, separately or in groups, did their best to look like sections of Rousseau, Diaz, and even Corot--but succeeded only in resembling questionable imitations.
"There's to be quite a week-end party ?" inquired Querida.
"I don't know.