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stool, she sketched in rapidly the outline of the apple-trees, indicated the trunks and the ground with a few short strokes, and arose.
"There," she said, handing back the charcoal, "that's the way I'd do it."
"Thank you," he answered, gravely. "Now I can go to work, can't I?"
"I should think so," she answered, going back to her own canvas. "But, do you know, I think perhaps you had better stick to the other lines you affect? Landscape doesn't—I hope you won't mind my saying it, Mr. Fallon"
"Please be perfectly candid," he begged.
"Landscape doesn't appear to be your strong point."
"I have sometimes thought that, too," he answered. "I think maybe
