"This is the first time he ever tried to get the Falls," apologized Justine, and her smile bewitched the would-be critic. She was charmed with these healthy, comely strangers, found so unexpectedly in the wilds. They were not like the rustics she had seen or read about.
"Then I'll watch him finish it," she said decisively. "Will it take a very long while?"
"Just a few more lines," said Jud. "But I can't work with any one looking on."
"Wasn't this young lady looking on?"
"Oh, but I am different," cried Justine.
"I know," said the other delightedly, "you are—are sweethearts. Of course, that does make a difference. Now, aren't you sweethearts?" The two flushed unreasonably and exchanged glances.
"I guess it's not hard to guess that," said Jud lamely. "You probably saw us before we saw you."
"Show her the picture," murmured Justine, dimly conscious that she and Jud had seemed amusing to a stranger. Jud reluctantly held up the sketching board. The stranger uttered a little cry of amazement.
"Why!" she cried, looking from the picture to the Falls up the glen, "this is clever!" Then a quizzical expression came into her eyes and she looked from one to the other with growing uncertainty. "Pardon me, I thought you were—I mean, I thought you lived near here. You must overlook my very strange behavior. But you will admit that you are dressed like country people, and you are tanned, and——" Here she checked herself in evident confusion.
"And we are country people," said Jud blankly. The young lady looked bewildered.