But I couldn't help it." "What good did you expect it to do you ?" "I couldn't help it, simply." Newman looked at her a moment.

"Well, your pictures may be bad," he said, "but you are too clever for me, nevertheless.

I don't understand you.

Good-by!" And he put out his hand.
She made no response, and offered him no farewell.

She turned away and seated herself sidewise on a bench, leaning her head on the back of her hand, which clasped the rail in front of the pictures.