"There is nothing to sketch here," I said.
"So much the better; I want rest."
"Then I know of a better resting-place close by."
He submitted to my guidance, and I led him into an open plain, exposed to all the heat of a burning sun.
"Why, Daisy," said Cornelius, looking round, "what made you come here? There is not a hedge: no, not so much as a poor little bush. Let us go back."
I pointed to a group of trees, partly hidden by a rising of the ground.
"It is there," I said.
He gave a look of regret to the shady hollow we were leaving behind us, and followed me over the scorching plain. At length the group of trees was reached. I entered it first; then, as he followed, I turned round and looked to enjoy his surprise, for we now stood on the grassy banks of the clear little stream which passed through Leigh; trees flung their shadow above; waters flowed beneath; silence and freshness filled the whole place.
"Well!" I said triumphantly.
"Well," he replied, "it is a pleasant place, that is true enough."