landscape very neatly mounted on it. This was the drawing which had suggested my question—an idle question enough—but how could I begin to talk of business to her the moment I opened my lips?
“No,” she said, looking away from the drawing rather confusedly, “it is not my doing.”
Her fingers had a restless habit, which I remembered in her as a child, of always playing with the first thing that came to hand whenever
landscape very neatly mounted on it. This was the drawing which had suggested my question—an idle question enough—but how could I begin to talk of business to her the moment I opened my lips?
“No,” she said, looking away from the drawing rather confusedly, “it is not my doing.”
Her fingers had a restless habit, which I remembered in her as a child, of always playing with the first thing that came to hand whenever
