But he must come with us to Edinburgh; it's only three miles.
CHAPTER VI.
A LITTLE band of painters came into Edinburgh from a professional walk. Three were of Edinburgh—Groove, aged fifty; Jones and Hyacinth, young; the latter long-haired.
With them was a young Englishman, the leader of the expedition, Charles Gatty.
His step was elastic, and his manner wonderfully animated, without loudness.
“A bright day,” said he. “The sun forgot where he was, and shone; everything was in favor of art.”
“Oh, dear, no,” replied old Groove, “not where I was”
“Why, what was the matter?”
“The flies kept buzzing and biting, and sticking in the work. That's the worst of out o' doors!”