Hand me over that letter of your sister's; I like the way she writes.

All that about the pigs and the poultry is as good as the _Farmer's Chronicle_.' The other made no other reply than by coolly folding up the letter and placing it in his pocket; and then, after a pause, he said-- 'I shall tell Miss Kearney the favourable impression her epistolary powers have produced on my very clever and accomplished chum, Mr.Atlee.' 'Do so; and say, if she'd take me for a correspondent instead of you, she'd be "exchanging with a difference." On my oath,' said he seriously, 'I believe a most finished education might be effected in letter-writing.

I'd engage to take a clever girl through a whole course of Latin and Greek, and a fair share of mathematics and logic, in a series of letters, and her replies would be the fairest test of her acquirement.' 'Shall I propose this to my sister ?' 'Do so, or to your cousin.

I suspect Maritana would be an apter pupil.' 'The bell has stopped.

We shall be late in the hall,' said Kearney, throwing on his gown hurriedly and hastening away; while Atlee, taking some proof-sheets from the chimney-piece, proceeded to correct them, a slight flicker of a smile still lingering over his dark but handsome face.
Though such little jarring passages as those we have recorded were nothing uncommon between these two young men, they were very good friends on the whole, the very dissimilarity that provoked their squabbles saving them from any more serious rivalry.