Kate looked and gave a little cry of alarm and then a chuckle, and then she said-- “You thought you'd caught me, didn't you? You can't, though,” and she dropped on to a boulder from which she might have skipped ashore. “I can't, can't I?” said Philip; and he twisted a smaller boulder on his side, so that Kate was surrounded by water and cut off from the bank. “My hat now, madam,” he said with majestic despotism. 10 She would not deliver it, so he pretended to leave her where she was. “Good-bye, then; good evening,” he cried over the laughter of the stream, and turned away a step bareheaded. A moment later his confidence was dashed. When he turned his head back Kate had whipped off her shoes and stockings, and was ramming the one inside the other. “What are you doing?” cried Philip. “Catch this--and this,” she said, flinging the shoes across to him. Then clapping his straw hat on the crown of her sun-bonnet, she tucked up her skirts with both hands and waded ashore. “What a clever boy you are! You thought you'd caught me again, didn't you?” she said. “I've caught your shoes, anyway,” said Philip, “and until you give me my hat I'll stick to them.” She was on the shingle, but in her bare feet, and could not make a step. “My shoes, please?” she pleaded. “My hat first,” he answered. “Take it.” “No; you must give it me.” “Never! I'll sit here all night first,” said Kate. “I'm willing,” said Philip. They were sitting thus, the one bare-headed, the other with bare feet, and on the same stone, as if seats in the glen were scarce, when there came the sound of a hymn from the field they had left, and then it was agreed by way of mutual penalty that Kate should put on Philip's hat on condition that Philip should be required to put on Kate's shoes. At the next moment Philip, suddenly sobered, was reproaching himself fiercely. What was he doing? He had come to tell Kate that he should come no more, and this was how he had begun! Yesterday he was in Douglas reading his father's letters, and here he was to-day, forgetting himself, his aims in life, his duties, his obligations--everything. “Philip,” he thought, “you are as weak as water. Give up your plans; you are not fit for them; abandon your hopes--they are too high for you.” “How solemn we are all at once!” said Kate. The hymn (a most doleful strain, dragged out to death on every note) was still coming from the Melliah field, and she added, slyly, shyly, with a mixture of boldness and nervousness, “Do you think this world is so very bad, then?” “Well--aw--no,” he faltered, and looking up he met her eye, and they both laughed. “It's all nonsense, isn't it?” she said, and they began to walk down the glen. “But where are we going?” “Oh, we'll come out this way just as well.”