"So that is what you have been doing!" "They are for you," she said simply.
"For me ?" he cried.
She nodded brightly; "For you and Mr.Lagrange.I know you like them because you said you were fishing when you heard my violin.

And I thought that you wouldn't want to leave your picture, to fish for yourself, so I took them for you." The artist concealed his embarrassment with difficulty; and, while expressing his thanks and appreciation in rather formal words, studied her face keenly.

But she had tendered her gift with a spontaneous naturalness, an unaffected kindliness, and an innocent disregard of conventionalities, that would have disarmed a man with much less native gentleness than Aaron King.
Leaving the basket of trout in his hand, she turned, and swung the empty creel over her shoulder.

Then, putting on her hat, she picked up her rod.
"Oh--are you going ?" he said.
"You have finished your work for to-day," she answered "But let me go with you, a little way." She shook her head.

"No, I don't want you." "But you will come again ?" "Perhaps--if you won't stop work--but I can't promise--you see I never know what I am going to do up here in the mountains," she answered whimsically.