And this new Madame Cie, of Regent Street, has such a duck of a bonnet, just come from Paris.

She wanted to make me one from it; but I told her I would have none but the pattern bonnet--and she knows very well she can't pass a copy off on me.

Let me drive you up there, and you can see mine, and order one, if you like it." "Oh, thank you! let me just run and speak to my husband first." Staines was writing for the bare life, and a number of German books about him, slaving to make a few pounds--when in comes the buoyant figure and beaming face his soul delighted in.
He laid down his work, to enjoy the sunbeam of love.
"Oh, darling, I've only come in for a minute.

We are going to a flower-show on the 13th; everybody will be so beautifully dressed--especially that Mrs.Vivian.I have got ten yards of beautiful blue silk in my wardrobe, but that is not enough to make a whole dress--everything takes so much stuff now.

Madame Cie does not care to make up dresses unless she finds the silk, but Miss Lucas says she thinks, to oblige a friend of hers, she would do it for once in a way.
You know, dear, it would only take a few yards more, and it would last as a dinner-dress for ever so long." Then she clasped him round the neck, and leaned her head upon his shoulder, and looked lovingly up in his face.