Fani spoke of them in one of his letters, and I'm sure he'll be delighted to have them.

I put in all ours, and I borrowed some from the master, who said I could have them if I would take great care of them and bring them safely back again." "What foolishness, Emma! You seem to forget that, for the last year, Fani has had his own drawing-teacher, who gives his pupils what he thinks best for them to copy, and, doubtless, has plenty of patterns of all kinds.

So take the roll away; it would be absurd to carry it.

And that hideous bundle, what is in it?
It is twice too big to go in here." "I was afraid it would be," said Emma, rather crestfallen.

"But I thought I could carry it in my lap, and, really, I must take it, mamma.
It is that book which I chose for a Christmas present, you know; the 'Lives of Distinguished Painters.' I want to carry it for Fani to read; and, for fear of hurting the handsome binding, I wrapped it up in two petticoats and a waterproof cloak and a small table-cloth, and then I put some enamel-cloth outside the whole." "You do get hold of most unfortunate ideas, my child! we shall never get ready at this rate.