"How the dickens did you remember that trees look blue seen a mile off?"
And he said—
"I didn't remember it. If you'll swear not to tell, I'll explain. I shall be rather glad to tell somebody."
So I swore. Then Walters said—
"I was just sitting biting my pen and drawing on the blotting-paper and casting my eyes about and wondering what on earth to say, when I saw right bang in front of me a great picture—a whacker—full of trees and a lane, and water and hills, and every mortal thing, even to the flowers dabbed about in front. Well—there you are! I just tried to put down what I saw. And I did it only too well, if anything. Of course, in a sort of way, it was cribbing; but then, of course, in another sort of way, it wasn't. Anyway, you've sworn not to tell—not even Tomkins; so of course you won't tell."
And of course I didn't.
THE CASE FOR FOWLE
No. VII
THE CASE FOR FOWLE
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