_Work_! No, young man, I don't work.

Just now, I'm doing penance in this damned town.

My rotten imaginings have proven too much--even for me--and the doctors sent me West to recuperate," The artist could find no words that would answer.

In silence, the two men turned away from the mountains, and started back along the avenue by which they had come.
When they had walked some little distance, the young man said, "This is your first visit to Fairlands, Mr.Lagrange ?" "I was here last year"-- answered the other--"here and in the hills yonder.
Have _you_ been much in the mountains ?" "Not in California.

This is my first trip to the West.