"Oh, come now, Hollie, you never were in Brussels, you know," said the younger Worcester girl. "What of that, Millicent?" demanded Hollanden. "This is autobiography." "Well, I don't care, Hollie. You tell such whoppers." With a gesture of despair he again started away; whereupon the Worcester girls shouted in chorus, "Oh, I say, Hollie, come back! Don't be angry. We didn't mean to tease you, Hollie--really, we didn't!" "Well, if you didn't," said Hollanden, "why did you----" The elder Worcester girl was gazing fixedly at the top of the cliff. "Oh, there they are! I wonder why they don't come down?" CHAPTER VI. Stanley, the setter, walked to the edge of the precipice and, looking over at the falls, wagged his tail in friendly greeting. He was braced warily, so that if this howling white animal should reach up a hand for him he could flee in time. The girl stared dreamily at the red-stained crags that projected from the pines of the hill across the stream. Hawker lazily aimed bits of moss at the oblivious dog and missed him. "It must be fine to have something to think of beyond just living," said the girl to the crags. "I suppose you mean art?" said Hawker. "Yes, of course. It must be finer, at any rate, than the ordinary thing." He mused for a time. "Yes. It is--it must be," he said. "But then--I'd rather just lie here." The girl seemed aggrieved. "Oh, no, you wouldn't. You couldn't stop. It's dreadful to talk like that, isn't it? I always thought that painters were----" "Of course. They should be. Maybe they are. I don't know. Sometimes I am. But not to-day." "Well, I should think you ought to be so much more contented than just ordinary people. Now, I----" "You!" he cried--"you are not 'just ordinary people.'" "Well, but when I try to recall what I have thought about in my life, I can't remember, you know. That's what I mean." "You shouldn't talk that way," he told her. "But why do you insist that life should be so highly absorbing for me?" "You have everything you wish for," he answered, in a voice of deep gloom. "Certainly not. I am a woman." "But----" "A woman, to have everything she wishes for, would have to be Providence. There are some things that are not in the world." "Well, what are they?" he asked of her. "That's just it," she said, nodding her head, "no one knows. That's what makes the trouble." "Well, you are very unreasonable." "What?" "You are very unreasonable. If I were you--an heiress----" The girl flushed and turned upon him angrily. "Well!" he glowered back at her. "You are, you know. You can't deny it." She looked at the red-stained crags. At last she said, "You seemed really contemptuous."