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"Thank you," she answered. "Before you go, would you mind pushing my paint-box a little nearer?"

"Not at all," he replied, as he obeyed.

"Thank you ever so much," she said. "Good-morning."

"Good-morning," echoed Miles.

Thereupon he ascended the slope fully twelve feet and seated himself on a convenient hummock. The position had its advantages; he was rather more in front of her than he had been, and it was possible to look under the sun-bonnet. He took advantage of the possibility now and found himself gazing into a pair of surprised blue eyes.

"I thought!" she began.

"You thought?" he asked, concernedly.

"I thought you were going."