As the artist gave the last touch to an exquisite lemon pie, with a mingled expression of pride and satisfaction on her classic features, she ordered me to bear it to the oven.

In the transit I met Madam Belle.

"Don't let that fall," she said sneeringly.

Fortunately I did not, and returned in triumph to transport another.

I was then summoned to a consultation with the committee on toasts, consisting of James Cochrane, John Miller, and myself.