I bid you good-night, madam," he bowed to Mrs.Leighton.

"Good-night," he bowed again to Alma.
His daughter took leave of them in formal phrase, but with a jolly cordiality of manner that deformalized it.

"We shall be roand raght soon in the mawning, then," she threatened at the door.
"We shall be all ready for you," Alma called after her down the steps.
"Well, Alma ?" her mother asked, when the door closed upon them.
"She doesn't know any more about art," said Alma, "than--nothing at all.
But she's jolly and good-hearted.

She praised everything that was bad in my sketches, and said she was going to take lessons herself.

When a person talks about taking lessons, as if they could learn it, you know where they belong artistically." Mrs.Leighton shook her head with a sigh.