We'll have a regular little academy," continued Valentine, putting down his palette and brushes, and rubbing his hands in high glee; "and if it isn't too much for Lavvie, the evening studies shall take place in her room; and she shall draw, poor dear soul, as well as the rest of us.

There's an idea for you, Zack! Mr.Blyth's Drawing Academy, open every evening--with light refreshment for industrious students.

What do you say to it ?" "Say?
by George, sir, I'll come every night, and get through acres of chalk and miles of drawing paper!" cried Zack, catching all Valentine's enthusiasm on the instant.

"Let's go up stairs and tell Mrs.Blyth about it directly." "Stop a minute, Zack," interposed Mr.Blyth.

"What time ought you to be back in the City?
it's close on two o'clock now." "Oh! three o'clock will do.