"Can I do anything ?" "Not at all--not at all; don't let me disturb you," said the old gentleman, with an unmistakably pleased expression of countenance.

And turning to blushing Polly, he added in his most gracious tones, "You look charming, my dear, standing under that old mulberry-tree, in your pretty dress.

It was planted by my grandfather, your great-grandfather, my love, and Regie's also.

I wish I could have you painted so.

Quite a picture--quite a picture!" Saying which, and waving off my attempts to follow him, he bowed himself out and shut the door behind him.