One might as well try to plough with a butterfly, as to teach her ancient history." When they had wandered about a little while longer, happy as souls newly arrived in the Elysian Fields, Mrs.Delano said: "My child, you have already gathered mosses enough to fill the carriage, and it is time for us to return.

You know twilight passes into darkness very quickly here." "Just let me gather this piece of golden lichen," pleaded she.

"It will look so pretty among the green moss, in the cross I am going to make you for Christmas." When all her multifarious gleanings were gathered up, they lingered a little to drink in the beauty of the scene before them.

In the distance was the Eternal City, girdled by hills that stood out with wonderful distinctness in the luminous atmosphere of that brilliant day, which threw a golden veil over all its churches, statues, and ruins.

Before they had gone far on their homeward ride, all things passed through magical changes.