To recompense you, you shall have your picture on the first possible day; next week--as soon as it is dry.

I will take the card of monsieur." And she took it and read his name: "Christopher Newman." Then she tried to repeat it aloud, and laughed at her bad accent.

"Your English names are so droll!" "Droll ?" said Mr.Newman, laughing too.

"Did you ever hear of Christopher Columbus ?" "Bien sur! He invented America; a very great man.

And is he your patron ?" "My patron ?" "Your patron-saint, in the calendar." "Oh, exactly; my parents named me for him." "Monsieur is American ?" "Don't you see it ?" monsieur inquired.
"And you mean to carry my little picture away over there ?" and she explained her phrase with a gesture.
"Oh, I mean to buy a great many pictures--beaucoup, beaucoup," said Christopher Newman.
"The honor is not less for me," the young lady answered, "for I am sure monsieur has a great deal of taste." "But you must give me your card," Newman said; "your card, you know." The young lady looked severe for an instant, and then said, "My father will wait upon you." But this time Mr.Newman's powers of divination were at fault.