The things we do!

Mr.
Betts from the City is often with me for hours before I come down to your
breakfast-table. A man who has the affairs of such a great bank as ours
to look to, must be up with the lark. We are all early risers in India."
"You dear kind papa!" says little Rosey, with unfeigned admiration; and
she puts out one of the plump white little jewelled hands, and pats the
lean brown paw of the Colonel which is nearest to her.
"Is Ridley's picture getting on well, Clive?" asks the Colonel, trying to
interest himself about Ridley and his picture.
"Very well; it is beautiful; he has sold it for a great price; they must
make him an Academician next year," replies Clive.
"A most industrious and meritorious young man; he deserves every honour
that may happen to him," says the old soldier. "Rosa, my dear, it is time
that you should ask Mr. Ridley to dinner, and Mr. Smee, and some of those
gentlemen. We will drive this afternoon and see your portrait."
"Clive does not go to sleep after dinner when Mr.


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