You have such good taste, Malcolm," she would say; "even your paperweight and the coal-scuttle are artistic." "I am a lover of the picturesque," he would return solemnly, "and anything ugly or unsuitable would jar on me.

I like subdued tints and mellow rich tones; that is why I bind my books in buff-coloured Russian calf.

They harmonise so splendidly with the dark oak and the faded russet and brown and blue of the rug.

Take my advice, Anna, cultivate your eye, and you will add much to the pleasures of life." When Anna had inspected the latest engraving and tested the Chesterfield couch--a recent purchase--they went out on the balcony until tea was ready.

A red-haired, buxom-looking maid brought it in.
It was evident that the mistress of the establishment was not without resources, for quite a pretty, tempting little meal was spread on the oval table.