aren't we? There isn't a crumb left! Now please go off and
let me clear up and pack away. That's always the woman's
part. Couldn't you lie down on that inviting carpet of
needles over there under the big pine and get a bit of sleep?"

"Sleep - when I can talk to you?"

She nodded. "Yes, indeed. I'm not going to talk just now,
anyhow, so you might as well make the best of it. Throw
yourself down with your hands under your head, and look up at
those beautiful boughs. Please!"

Rather reluctantly h® obeyed, and she could see that, weary as
he undoubtedly still was in spite of the refreshing meal, he
really did not want to lose any of her society. Lying at full
length on his side, his head propped on his hand, talking in
the lazy tone of after-dinner content which had descended upon
him, he continued to watch her as she repacked the hamper. It
was not until she deliberately forsook him that he gave up to
her wishes. But when, having been out of his sight for ten
minutes, she peered cautiously through the bushes behind which
she had screened herself, she saw what she had hoped for. His
whole weary frame was stretched upon the pine-needle carpet,
the lines of his face were relaxed, and his eyes fast shut.

The sun was far down the hills when he awoke. He lay blinking
at the low-sweeping boughs above him for a little without
realizing where he was; then, as the midsummer stillness which
surrounded him took hold of his senses, he turned his head to
recall to himself the conditions under which he had been