"The flowering fern!" he said softly.
"A really fine specimen, Mrs.Gallilee, of the Osmunda Regalis.

What a world of beauty in this bipinnate frond! One hardly knows where the stalk ends and the leaf begins!" The dog, a bright little terrier, came trotting into the library He saluted the company briskly with his tail, not excepting Mr.Mool.

No growl, or approach to a growl, now escaped him.

The manner in which he laid himself down at Mrs.Gallilee's feet completely refuted her aspersion on his temper.

Ovid suggested that he might have been provoked by a cat in the conservatory.
Meanwhile, Mr.Mool turned over a page of the Will, and arrived at the clauses relating to Carmina and her guardian.
"It may not be amiss," he began, "to mention, in the first place, that the fortune left to Miss Carmina amounts, in round numbers, to one hundred and thirty thousand pounds.