But the next time you want to get rid of me, just come and tell me so, and I'll go away at once." The gentleness of her speech uttered in that soft slow voice of hers had a curious effect upon her hearer.

To her surprise, his eyes filled with tears.
"I shan't want to get rid of you! You're kind! I like you!" he blurted forth.
"Oh, thank you very much!" said Juliet, feeling oddly moved herself.

"In that case, we are friends.

Good-bye! Come and see me soon!" She smiled upon him, and departed, picking up her stick from the path and turning to wave to him as she continued the ascent.
From the top of the cliff she looked back, and saw that he was still standing--a squat, fantastic figure like a goblin out of a fairy-tale--outlined against the shining sea behind him, a blot upon the blue.
Again she waved to him and he lifted one of his long arms and saluted her again in answer--stood at the salute till she turned away.
"Poor boy!" she murmured compassionately.

"Poor ruined child! Columbus, we must be kind to him." And Columbus looked up with knowing little eyes and wagged a smiling tail.