"Poor sister Beatrice! for she was still a woman, Hilda, still a sister, be her sin or sorrow what they might.

How well you have done it, Hilda! I knot not whether Guido will thank you, or be jealous of your rivalship." "Jealous, indeed!" exclaimed Hilda.

"If Guido had not wrought through me, my pains would have been thrown away." "After all," resumed Miriam, "if a woman had painted the original picture, there might have been something in it which we miss now.

I have a great mind to undertake a copy myself; and try to give it what it lacks.

Well; goodby.