"I'm afraid it is. In fact--it is," replies Olive, and her rueful smile changes to a brighter flash as she looks up at him. "But it was not altogether his fault--nor yours. I called him." "Oh! He is such a clumsy fellow sometimes, and yet he ought to have learnt manners by now. Here--Roy! Come here, you villain, and see what you've done. Now--what have you to say for yourself, sir!" The dog walks slowly up with a downcast air and a drooping tail, though the latter is softly agitating in deprecatory wags. He looks very penitent beneath his master's stern tones, but there is no trace of cowering. "Please don't be angry with him," says Olive. "It really was all my fault for calling him. But, then, he is such a beauty." "There, Roy. Do you hear that--you bad dog? Come here and apologise. It isn't often you fall in with those who return good for evil. Here-- give a paw--no, not that one--the other." Sitting down in front of Olive, the dog lifts his right paw and gravely places it in her little hand. "Now the other!" cries his master--and he repeats the performance with the left, looking up into her face with such soft, pleading eyes. "There," says Roy's master. "You don't deserve to be treated so generously, you bad dog. And now"--turning to Olive--"will you let me try and remedy the mischief? There must be fresh water somewhere about the cliffs." "Oh, I couldn't think of troubling you to that extent. Besides I am not bound to draw this morning. I have a book here, and would just as soon read instead." But this does not meet the stranger's views at all. He intends to talk to this girl, now that a fortunate chance has put it in his power to do so. He can do so while she is drawing--hardly if she reads. So he answers, but without eagerness: "It will be no trouble at all. And I think you ought to draw this morning, because it is just one of those days which are built for that purpose. You can read at home, but you can't reproduce this perfect bit of coast anywhere but here. So I'll start off upon my errand of reparation before you are angry with me for presuming to lecture you," and picking up the little canister away he goes.