I am glad to remember that it was you who telegraphed for her, Penelope." "Let there be no recriminations," I responded; "let us stand shoulder to shoulder in this calamity,--isn't there a story called Calamity Jane?
We might live at the inn, and give her the cottage for a summer residence, but I utterly refuse to be parted from our cat and the 1602 lintel." After I have once described Miss Grieve I shall not suffer her to begloom these pages as she did our young lives.

She is so exactly like her kind in America she cannot be looked upon as a national type.
Everywhere we go we see fresh, fair-haired, sonsie lasses; why should we have been visited by this affliction, we who have no courage in a foreign land to rid ourselves of it?
She appears at the door of the kitchen with some complaint, and stands there talking to herself in a depressing murmur until she arrives at the next grievance.

Whenever we hear this, which is whenever we are in the sitting-room, we amuse ourselves by chanting lines of melancholy poetry which correspond to the sentiments she seems to be uttering.

It is the only way the infliction can be endured, for the sitting-room is so small that we cannot keep the door closed habitually.

The effect of this plan is something like the following:-- She.