The things we do!

"How do you do, Barnes? How is Clara? I long to see my little nephew. Is
he like his pretty papa?" cries the young lady, giving her fair cheek to
her brother.
"Scotland has agreed with our Newcome rose," says Barnes, gallantly. "My
dear Ethel, I never saw you in greater beauty."
"By the light of one bedroom candle! what should I be if the whole room
were lighted? You would see my face then was covered all over with
wrinkles, and quite pale and woebegone, with the dreariness of the Scotch
journey. Oh, what a time we have spent! haven't we, grandmamma? I never
wish to go to a great castle again; above all, I never wish to go to a
little shooting-box. Scotland may be very well for men; but for women--
allow me to go to Paris when next there is talk of a Scotch expedition. I
had rather be in a boarding-school in the Champs Elysees than in the
finest castle in the Highlands. If it had not been for a blessed quarrel
with Fanny Follington, I think I should have died at Glen Shorthorn.


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