than this sad, desolate sand-dune."

"I cannot say why I like it, except, that I feel as if it had something
to do with my own mood at times."

"Are you very lonely?" asked Miss De Voe, in a voice too low for
Lispenard to hear.

"Sometimes," said Peter, simply.

"I wish," said Miss De Voe, still speaking low, "that the next time you
feel so you would come and see me."

"I will," said Peter.

When they parted at the door, Peter thanked Lispenard: "I've really
learned a good deal, thanks to Miss De Voe and you. I've seen the
pictures with eyes that know much more about them than mine do."

"Well, we'll have to have another turn some day. We're always in search
of listeners."

"If you come and see me, Mr. Stirling," said Miss De Voe, "you shall see
my pictures. Good-bye."

"So that is your Democratic heeler?" said Lispenard, eyeing Peter's
retreating figure through the carriage window.

"Don't call him that, Lispenard," said Miss De Voe, wincing.