"What do you do then?"
"I lie down and try to die."
"—and find you can't," she put in.
"Yes!"
"Just the same as I do. Well!—" she sighed, "I have explored all the beauties of Golden Crescent; I have fished—and caught nothing. I have hunted,—and shot nothing. I have read,—and learned nothing, or next to it, until I have nothing left to read. So now,—I have come over to you. I want to be friends."
"Are we not friends already?" I asked, sitting on the side of my hammock and filling my vision with the charming picture she presented.
She sighed and raised her eyebrows.
"Oh!—I don't know. You never let me know that you had forgiven me for my rudeness to you."
"There was nothing to forgive, Miss Grant."
"No! How kind of you to say so! And you are not angry with me any more?"