The dog on the shore thrashed about in the reeds and waded in the shallows, mourning his unhappy state in an occasional cry.

Hawker stood up and sternly shouted.

Thereafter silence was among the reeds.
The moon slipped sharply through the little clouds.
The girl said, "I liked that last picture of yours." "What ?" "At the last exhibition, you know, you had that one with the cows--and things--in the snow--and--and a haystack." "Yes," he said, "of course.

Did you like it, really?
I thought it about my best.

And you really remembered it?
Oh," he cried, "Hollanden perhaps recalled it to you." "Why, no," she said.