Did you walk here this morning ?' 'No, I rode.

The hortheth are taken round.

I have been here a long time with Freda.

It ith thuch a nice morning, ithn't it, Colonel Vaughan ?' 'Delightful! What do you mean to do when you are your own mistress?
I quite fancy how grand you will feel when you have struck the magic hour.' 'I darethay I thall be jutht the thame, unleth I get married.' Freda glances up, and perceives a smile of amusement on Colonel Vaughan's lips, and the usual calm inanity on Miss Nugent's handsome features.
'That will depend on yourself, I am sure,' said the colonel.
Freda looks again, and sees the colonel's magnificent eyes fixed on the young lady, who returns his glance, and simpers out,-- 'I darethay it will.' Colonel Vaughan turns suddenly, and encounters Freda's glance.
'How does the drawing get on Freda?
Capitally! What a sky! quite artistic.' This is said whilst looking over Freda's shoulder, but she does not respond to the remark.
'I wath jutht thaying I with I could draw.

It mutht be thuth a nithe amuthement.' 'Very.