Splendid creature without her trimmings.

Wants training.

Must learn to dance, and sing something besides psalm-tunes." Mr.Bradshaw began humming the hymn, "When I can read my title clear," adding some variations of his own.

"That 's the solo for my prima donna!" In the mean time Myrtle seemed to be showing some new developments.

One would have said that the instincts of the coquette, or at least of the city belle, were coming uppermost in her nature.