Part 21 (2/2)

”I delight in it,” returned the painter, slowly, as she touched in a distant sheep, which--measured by the rules of perspective, and regard being had to surrounding objects--might have stood for an average cathedral.

Milly did not paint as freely as usual that afternoon. There was something queer, she said, about the brushes. ”I _can't_ get it to look right,” she said at last, wiping out an object for the third time and trying again.

”No doubt,” murmured the youth, ”a cottage like that must be difficult to--”

”Cottage!” exclaimed Milly, laughing outright; ”it is not a cottage at all; it's a cow! Oh! Mr Barret, that is a very poor compliment to my work and to your own powers of discernment.”

”Nay, Miss Moss,” retorted the pupil, in some confusion, ”but you have wiped it out twice, confessing, as you did so, that you could not paint it! Besides, my remark referred to the cottage which I _thought_ you were going to paint--not to your unsuccessful representations of the cow.”

The poor youth felt that his explanation was so lame that he was somewhat relieved when the current of their thoughts was diverted by a loud shouting in the road farther down the glen. A shade of annoyance, however, rested for a moment on the face of his companion, for she recognised the voices, and knew well that the quiet _tete-a-tete_ with her willing and intelligent pupil must now be interrupted.

”My cousins,” she remarked, putting a touch on the cow that stamped that animal a _lusus naturae_ for all time coming.

Another whoop told that the cousins were drawing near. In a few minutes they appeared in the path emerging from a clump of hazel bushes.

”They are evidently bent on a photographic expedition,” remarked Barret, as the boys approached, Junkie waving his hat with hilarious good-will when he discovered the painters.

”And Flo is with them,” said Milly, ”from which I conclude that they are having what Junkie calls a day of it; for whenever they are allowed to take Flo, they go in for a high holiday, carrying provisions with them, so as to be able to stay out from morning till night.”

The appearance of the young revellers fully bore out Milly's statement, for they were all more or less burdened with the means or signs of enjoyment. Archie carried his box of dry plates in his left hand, and his camera and stand over his right shoulder; Eddie bore a colour-box and sketching-book; Junkie wielded a small fis.h.i.+ng-rod, and had a fis.h.i.+ng-basket on his back; and Flo was encircled with daisy chains and crowned with laurel and heather, besides which, each of the boys had a small bag of provisions slung on his shoulder.

”Hooray! hooray!

Out for the day!”

sang, or rather yelled, Junkie, as he approached.

”Ramble and roam-- Never go home!”

added Archie, setting down his camera, and beginning to arrange it.

”All of us must Eat till we bust!

”Junkie teached me zat,” said innocent Flo, with a look of grave surprise at the peals of laughter which her couplet drew from her brothers.

”Yes, that's what we're goin' to do,” said Junkie; ”we've had lunch at the foot of Eagle Glen, and noo we are going up to Glen Orrack to dine, and fish, an' paint, an' botanise. After that we'll cross over the Swan's Neck, an' finish off the bustin' business with supper on the sea-sh.o.r.e. Lots of grub left yet, you see.”

He swung round his little wallet as he spoke, and held it up to view.

”Would you like some, Cousin Milly?” asked Eddie, opening his bag. ”All sorts here. Bread, cheese, ginger snaps, biscuits, jam--Oh! I say, the jam-pot's broken! Whatever shall we do?”

He dipped his fingers into his wallet as he spoke, and brought them out magenta!

Their hilarity was dissipated suddenly, and grave looks were bestowed on Eddie's digits, until Flo's little voice arose like a strain of sweet music to dissipate the clouds.

”Oh! never mind,” she said; ”I's got anuzzer pot in my bag.”

This had been forgotten. The fact was verified by swift examination, and felicity was restored.

”What are you going to photograph?” asked Milly, seeing that Archie was busy making arrangements.

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