Chapter 41

"There's no use," said Drusilla at last; "one can draw a landscape from every point of view except looking _down_ hill. Mr. Yates, how on earth am I to sit here and make a drawing looking down hill?" "Perhaps," he said, "I had better hold your pencil again. Shall I?" "Do you think that would help?" "I think it helps--somehow." Her pretty, narrow hand held the pencil; his sun-browned hand closed over it. She looked at the pad on her knees. After a while she said: "I think, perhaps, we had better draw. Don't you?" Th…