2/9 A spectator would have believed, probably, that he was sketching the pines on the hill where shone the red porches of Hemlock Inn. "Hi, Hollie, get out of the colour-scheme!" At this cry the white-flannel young man looked down at his feet apprehensively. Finally he came forward grinning. "Why, hello, Hawker, old boy! Glad to find you here." He perched on a boulder and began to study Hawker's canvas and the vivid yellow stubble with the olive shadows. |