wed up
here alone every day to work on that picture, Telly?" and he added
hastily, "you will let me call you Telly now, won't you?"

"Why not? All my friends do, and I feel you are my friend." Then she
added, "Now I am going to have my revenge and make you pose while I
sketch this time. It was the other way before."

"I am glad it is," he said, "for my arms are too tired to use for an
hour. How do you want me, flat on the rock fast asleep, the way I was
when my boat drifted away?"

"Oh, no," she replied hastily, "that would look as if you were dead, and
as this is to be my reminder of you, I want you very much alive." She
seemed in unusually good spirits, and in a far brighter mood than usual,
and ready to jest and joke with unaffected gayety. As for the pose she
wanted Albert to assume, she could not determine which she liked the
best.

"I want to sketch you in the position most natural to you here," she
said finally, "and must ask you to choose that yourself."

"Let us trim the boat the way mine was that day," he suggested at last,
"and I will sit beside it and smoke while you work."

The idea was adopted, and while Telly sketched, he smoked, contented to
watch the winsome face, so oblivious of his admiring glances.

"There," she observed, after a half hour of active pencilling, "please
lay your cigar aside and look pleasant. I want to catch the expression
of your face."

When the sketch was completed she asked if he had any suggestions to
make.

"Only one," he replied, "and that is, I would like you in the picture
and sitting beside me."

She colored a little at this, for though utterly unused to the polite
flatteries of society, she could not mistake his open admiration.

"I would rather not be in it," she replied soberly. "I only want to see
you as you are here to-day. It may be a long time before you come to the
Cape again."

It was an inadvertent speech, though quite expressive of her feelings,
but she had no idea how anxious he was to obtain the insight it gave
him.

"Would you like me to come often?" he queried.

"Of course," she answered, turning away her face; "it is so lonesome
here, and there is no one I care to talk with except father and mother
and Aunt Leach and Mandy Oaks."

Albert's heart began to beat with unusual speed. Never in his life
before had he felt the impulse to utter words of love to any woman, and
now he was face to face with the sweet though dreaded ordeal. For weal
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