"It's so early." She went to the window and shook hands. "But I'm glad to see you, anyhow."
"I always get up at six and walk five miles before breakfast when I'm in the country," he explained.
"Do you really? What enterprise!"
"And so this is where you've come. Why, it's the quaintest old place that I ever saw. A regular tangle of picturesque possibilities. Who are you visiting?"
"I'm taking care of my invalid aunt while my other aunt has a little rest."
"Is she very ill?"
"Oh, no. But this is her tea that I'm making, and I must take it up to her now."
"I'll go, then. But may I come again—and sketch?"
"I can't have company. I'll be too busy."
"Can't I help with the work?"