The blue night of the lake was with black tree forms. Silver drops sprinkled from the lifted . Somewhere in the gloom of the shore there was a dog, who from time to time raised his sad voice to the stars.  
"But still, the life of the studios——" began the girl.
 
Hawker . "There were six of us. Mainly we smoked. Sometimes we played hearts and at other times poker—on credit, you know—credit. And when we had the materials and got something to do, we worked. Did you ever see these beautiful red and green designs that surround the common tomato can?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Well," he said proudly, "I have made them. Whenever you come upon tomatoes, remember that they might once have been in my design. When first I came back from Paris I began to paint, but nobody wanted me to paint. Later, I got into green corn and asparagus——"
 
"Truly?"
 
"Yes, indeed. It is true."
 
"But still, the life of the studios——"
 
"There were six of us. Fate that only one in the crowd could have money at one time. The other five lived off him and despised themselves. We despised ourselves five times as long as we had ."
 
"And was this just because you had no money?"
 
"It was because we had no money in New York," said Hawker.
 
"Well, after a while something happened——"
 
"Oh, no, it didn't. Something always, but it never happened."
 
"In a case like that one's own people must be such a . The sympathy——"
 
"One's own people!" said Hawker.
 
"Yes," she said, "one's own people and more intimate friends. The ——"
 
"'The appreciation!'" said Hawker. "Yes, indeed!"
 
He seemed so ill-tempered that she became silent. The boat floated through the shadows of the trees and out to where the water was like a blue crystal. The dog on the shore thrashed about in the reeds and in the shallows, mourning his unhappy state in an occasional cry. Hawker stood up and sternly shouted. Thereafter silence was among the reeds. The moon slipped sharply through the little clouds.
 
The girl said, "I liked that last picture of yours."
 
"What?"
 
"At the last exhibition, you know, you had that one with the cows—and things—in the snow—and—and a haystack."
 
"Yes," he said, "of course. Did you like it, really? I thought it about my best. And you really remembered it? Oh," he ............