But this creature doesn't appreciate them a bit: she has no poetry in her." "Well, I must say, I don't think I should have," said Lillie, honestly.

"I should be just as mad as I could be, if John acted so." "Oh, my dear! the cases are different: Charlie has such peculiarities of genius.

The artistic nature, you know, requires soothing." Here they stopped, and rang at the door of a neat little house, and were ushered into a pair of those characteristic parlors which show that they have been arranged by a home-worshipper, and a mother.

There were plants and birds and flowers, and little _genre_ pictures of children, animals, and household interiors, arranged with a loving eye and hand.
"Did you ever see any thing so perfectly characteristic ?" said Mrs.
Follingsbee, looking around her as if she were going to faint.
"This woman drives Charlie perfectly wild, because she has no appreciation of high art.

Now, I sent her photographs of Michel Angelo's 'Moses,' and 'Night and Morning;' and I really wish you would see where she hung them,--away in yonder dark corner!" "I think myself they are enough to scare the owls," said Lillie, after a moment's contemplation.
"But, my dear, you know they are the thing," said Mrs.Follingsbee: "people never like such things at first, and one must get used to high art before one forms a taste for it.