"
"I'm angry at you; very angry at you. That is, I would be if it
weren't that you really didn't mean it when you said that you
really didn't want to see my face again."
"Did any one ever see your face once without wanting to see it
again?"
"Ah, bravo!" She clapped her hands gayly. "Marvelous improvement
under my tutelage! Where, oh, where is your timidity now?"
"I--I--I forgot," he stammered, "As long as I don't think, I'm all
right. Now, you--you--you've gone and spoiled me."
"Oh, the pity of it! Let's find some mild, impersonal topic, then,
that won't embarrass you. What do you do under the shadow of this
rock, in a parched land?"
"Work. Besides, it isn't a parched land. Look on this side."
Half a dozen steps brought her around the farther angle, where,
hidden in a growth of shrubbery, lay a little pool of fairy
loveliness,
"That's my outdoor laboratory."
"A dreamery, I'd call it. May I sit down? Are there devilkins
here? There's an elfkin, anyway," she added, as a silvered dragon-
fly hovered above her head inquisitively before darting away on
his own concerns.
"One of my friends and specimens.
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