We are talking nonsense, which is silly----" "And French, which is vulgar," interposed Miss McQuinch, delivering the remark like a pistol shot at Mrs.Fairfax, who had been trying to convey by facial expression that she pitied the folly of Elinor's advice, and was scandalized by her presumption in offering it.

"It is time to start for the Academy." When they arrived at Burlington House, Mrs.Fairfax put on her gold rimmed spectacles, and led the way up the stairs like one having important business in a place to which others came for pleasure.

When they had passed the turnstiles, Elinor halted, and said: "There is no sort of reason for our pushing through this crowd in a gang of three.

Besides, I want to look at the pictures, and not after you to see which way you go.

I shall meet you here at six o'clock, sharp.
Good-bye." "What an extraordinary girl!" said Mrs.Fairfax, as Elinor opened her catalogue at the end, and suddenly disappeared to the right amongst the crowd.
"She always does so," said Marian; "and I think she is quite right.