But she kept her swimming lustrous eyes wistfully on her father.
"How fares it with you, my dear friend ?" said the parson, kindly, as he rested his hand on the Italian's shoulder.

"You must not let him get out of spirits, Mrs.Riccabocca." "I am very ungrateful to her if I ever am so," said the poor Italian, with all his natural gallantry.

Many a good wife, who thinks it is a reproach to her if her husband is ever "out of spirits," might have turned peevishly from that speech, more elegant than sincere, and so have made bad worse; but Mrs.Riccabocca took her husband's proffered hand affectionately, and said with great naivete,-- "You see I am so stupid, Mr.Dale; I never knew I was so stupid till I married.

But I am very glad you are come.

You can get on some learned subject together, and then he will not miss so much his--" "His what ?" asked Riccabocca, inquisitively.
"His country.