"Why so?"
"I want to get back again, and the spot where you are lying is the only convenient one."
"Thank you for the information. I was wondering what sort of punishment I could devise for you: it is now settled; you shall stay there."
"And be taken up for trespassing?"
"Why not?"
"Or for poaching?"
"Why not?"
At length he relented, but said I was to sing him another song; then another, and so on, until I had sung him every song and ballad I knew. The intervals of rest were filled up with talking, laughing, and jesting at one another across the stream. I had never felt so merry, seldom so happy; yet once I could not help observing remorsefully—
"And Kate, who is alone at home, and thinks you are so busy sketching!"
"Why did she make me take you with me?"