My lady sat watching the ceaseless rain with indolent eyes, holding a novel in her lap, and looking very serene and handsome.
"Well, yes," Mr.Parmalee admitted, glancing modestly at the plethoric portfolio he carried under his arm.

"Would your lordship mind taking a look at them?
I've got some uncommon neat views of our American scenery, too--Mammoth Cave, Niagry Falls, White Mountains, and so on.
Might help to pass a rainy afternoon." "Very true, Mr.Parmalee; it might.

Let us see your American views, then.

Taken by yourself, I presume ?" "Yes, sir!" responded the artist, with emphasis.

"Every one of 'em; and done justice to.