They are abroad this summer, and I am going to camp here for a few weeks--Mrs.Bascom and I.I paint a little, too, but only for fun." Brown murmured a conventionality concerning his delight at meeting the pair, and once more headed for the door.

But Mrs.Bascom's curiosity would not permit him to escape so easily.
"I thought," she said, "when I see you standin' over there by the lights, that you must be one of the keepers.

Not the head keeper--I knew you wa'n't him--but an assistant, maybe.

But I guess you're only a visitor, Mister--Mister-- ?" "Brown." "Yes, Mr.Brown.I guess you ain't no keeper, are you ?" "I am the assistant keeper at present.

Yes." "You don't say!" Mrs.Bascom looked surprised.