Sophie drew one of the ladies away with her.
"Let us look at the beautiful statues," said she; "the Shepherd-boy and the Mercury." "That is not proper," whispered the lady; "but look there at the splendid large raisins on the tree!" Sophie stepped before Thorwaldsen's Shepherd-boy.

The lady whispered to a friend, "It looks so odd that she should examine the figures!" "Ah!" replied the other, "she is a lover of the fine arts, as you well know.

Only think! at the last exhibition she went with her brother into the great hall where all the plaster-casts stand, and looked at them!--the Hercules, as well as the other indecent figures! they were excellent, she said.

That is being so natural; otherwise she is a nice girl." "It is a pity she is a little awry." Sophie approached them; both ladies made room for her, and invited her most lovingly to sit clown beside them.

"Thou sweet girl!" they flatteringly exclaimed..