'And you ?' 'Oh, I'm in the north,--the black north, across all the Park.

I am very busy.' 'What do you do ?' 'I paint a great deal.

That's all I have to do.' 'Why, what's happened?
You had three hundred a year.' 'I have that still.

I am painting; that's all.' 'Are you alone, then ?' 'There's a girl living with me.

Don't walk so fast, Dick; you're out of step.' 'Then you noticed it too ?' 'Of course I did.