Jud recovered himself first and, in visible agitation, arose, not forgetting to assist to her feet his wife, who in all her life had seen no such creature as this. To her the stranger was like a visitor from another world. Her own world had been Clay township. She did not dream that she was the cause of envy in the heart of the immaculate stranger, who, perhaps for the first time in her short, butterfly life, was looking upon a perfect type of rural health and loveliness. "You don't disturb us," said Jud quickly. "I was only trying to draw the Falls and I--we don't mind. You can see very well if you will step over here by the tree." "But you must not let me disturb you for the tiniest second. Please go on with your drawing," said the stranger, pausing irresolutely. She was waiting for an invitation from the vivid creature at Jud's side. "He has it nearly finished," said Justine, almost unconsciously. The new arrival was charmed more than ever by the soft, timid voice. "Won't you let me see the picture, too?" she asked eagerly. "Let me be the critic. I'll promise not to be harsh." But Jud, suddenly diffident, put the picture behind him and shook his head with an embarrassed smile. "Oh, it's no good," he said. "I don't know anything about drawing and----" "Let me judge as to that," persisted Gray Gown, more eager than before, now that she had found opposition. "I am sure it must be good. Your modesty is the best recommendation." She held forth her small gloved hand appealingly. Justine looked upon that hand in admiration. It was so unlike her own strong brown hand. "It isn't quite finished," objected Jud, pleased and almost at ease. She was charmingly fair and unconventional. "This is the first time he ever tried to get the Falls," apologized Justine, and her smile bewitched the would-be critic. She was charmed with these healthy, comely strangers, found so unexpectedly in the wilds. They were not like the rustics she had seen or read about. "Then I'll watch him finish it," she said decisively. "Will it take a very long while?" "Just a few more lines," said Jud. "But I can't work with any one looking on." "Wasn't this young lady looking on?" "Oh, but I am different," cried Justine. "I know," said the other delightedly, "you are--are sweethearts. Of course, that does make a difference. Now, aren't you sweethearts?" The two flushed unreasonably and exchanged glances. "I guess it's not hard to guess that," said Jud lamely. "You probably saw us before we saw you." "Show her the picture," murmured Justine, dimly conscious that she and Jud had seemed amusing to a stranger. Jud reluctantly held up the sketching board. The stranger uttered a little cry of amazement.