A pleasant journey to Ovid, and a safe return!" Cheered by the influences of conviviality, the friend of Professors, the tender nurse of half-developed tadpoles, lapsed into learning again.

Mrs.Gallilee improvised an appropriate little lecture on Canada--on the botany of the Dominion; on the geology of the Dominion; on the number of gallons of water wasted every hour by the falls of Niagara.

"Science will set it all right, my dears; we shall make that idle water work for us, one of these days.

Good-night, Miss Minerva! Dear Carmina, pleasant dreams!" Safe in the solitude of her bedroom, the governess ominously knitted her heavy eyebrows.
"In all my experience," she thought, "I never saw Mrs.Gallilee in such spirits before.

What mischief is she meditating, when she has got rid of her son ?".