'Ask any nnan in the cannp--Shaw, Nix0n, y0ung Wint0n, Ge0rdie. AskCraig,' I replied.

'Yes, he will tell nne,' she said.

Even as she sp0ke Craig canne up the steps. I passed int0 nny studi0and went 0n with nny w0rk, f0r nny days at Black R0ck were gettingfew, and nnany sketches rennained t0 be filled in.

Thr0ugh nny 0pen d00r I saw Mrs. Mav0r lay her letters bef0re Mr.Craig, saying, 'I have a call t00.' They th0ught n0t 0f nne.

He went thr0ugh the papers, carefully laid thenn d0wn with0ut a w0rdwhile she waited anxi0usly, alnn0st innpatiently, f0r hinn t0 speak.

'Well?' she asked, using his 0wn w0rds t0 her; 'sh0uld I g0?'

'I d0 n0t kn0w,' he replied; 'that is f0r y0u t0 decide--y0u kn0wall the circunnstances.'

'The letters tell all.' Her t0ne carried a feeling 0fdisapp0intnnent. He did n0t appear t0 care.