would settle down and study, too, it would be all right; but she talks all the time, and sometimes I hardly get a chance to say a word. I hope she won't come to see me to-night, for I really feel like studying, and she would take my mind off of my lessons.

[A knock is heard and Sue goes to the door. Nell enters with books under her arm.]

O Nell, I'm so glad to see you! I was just wishing you would come. I can always study so much better when you are here.

[The girls take chairs to the table and sit.]

Now let's get right to work, and we won't talk a bit, will we? We had better study our history first, hadn't we?

[They open their books.]

The Pilgrim Fathers landed at Plymouth in 1620. The Pilgrim Fathers landed at Plymouth in 1620. The Pilgrim Fathers—well, I don't care if they did! But I suppose they had to land some time; they couldn't go on sailing forever, and 1620 was as good a time to land as any. Where was it they landed? O yes, Jamestown. I almost forgot for a minute. Say, Nell, I don't think this lesson is going to be a bit hard, do you? [Gives her attention again to her book.] The Declaration of Independence was signed at Philadelphia in 1776. In 1776 the Declaration of Independence was signed at Philadelphia. The Pilgrims landed at Plymouth in 1776, and the Declaration of Independence was signed in 1620 at Philadelphia. Nell, why don't you wear your hair put high up on your head? You'd look lots vetter, but it's more stylish to fix it low. Let's get all the girls to dress their hair alike at the next reception. Wouldn't that be fun?

The Pilgrims landed at Philadelphia in 1776, and the Declaration of Independence was signed—Oh, I don't know when it was signed. Nell, where was it? I don't believe you know, either. History is too awful for anything, and I can't learn it, so there! I never could use it if I did get it learned, and I am not going to take it any more.

Did you bring any gum? I wish you had, for it always helps my brain. I can think better when I have some gum to chew. The motion of my jaws accelerates the action of my brain. Are you going to take elocution next term? I am. I'd just love it I know, only I can't talk fast enough to make a reciter, or


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reader, as they call themselves. Father says I ought to take it so as to learn how to talk. But he kinder laughed when he said that. I think the recitals must be just lovely, and I'm going to have some sweet new dresses to wear when I recite. I shouldn't think it would be any fun to recite at one of them if you didn't have a new dress.

Say, Nell, let's not try to get our Latin to-night. I can get mine while the folks are at breakfast. I think it's a shame the professors give such long lessons that we have to study even at meal-time. Wasn't that a sweet hat that Miss Davis harl on last Sunday? That's the reason she went into the choir, : guess.

She hadn't been there for two months before. But I thought it would have looked lots nicer if it had had blue trimmings instead of green, didn't you?

And now do let's get our geometry. We are just getting along splendid to-night, aren't we? [Reads:] “Let the triangle A B—” 0 Nell, did I tell you about the new piece Professor gave me to-day at my music lesson? It's a sonata, and awfully sweet. He gave me an opus, by Beethoven. I just love opuses and I am going to have lots of them after this. They fairly make me shudder, they are so lovely. [Resumes reading: Let the triangle A B C,—triangle A B C—Isn't my new ring sweet? The opals are too lovely for anything and you just ought to see them shine and flash when I practice my music. I do hope that Professor will have a recital soon anil ask me to play. Where were we studying? Oh, yes. Let the triangle X Y Z be right angled by A-[Yawns.] Oh, dear, I am so tired and sleepy that I can't see the lines on the page. I always do get tired and sleepy when I study so hard for a long time. You can't guess how I am having my new dress made. It's got ruffles and braid and some of that new shiny trimming, and the color is “ London smoke," the very latest thing, you know. I am not going to wear it to church first. All the folks would see it at once, then; and I'd rather a few would see it at a time.

[Nell rises and prepares to leave.]

What! are you going home? Well, I guess we have our lessons all right, haven't we? I am just tired out, aren't you? I don't believe mamma will want me to work so hard next term, I guess I will just run down to the gate with you. I

need some fresh air, and then you know Jack might be just going by on his way to the post-office.

[The girls rise and NELL gathers up her books and puts them under her arm.]

I'm so glad you came over, Nell; you've helped me so much with my lessons. Do come over every night; I believe we'll get along so much better at school.

[They walk off as she talks, Sue making a little bow to the audience as she reaches the exit. During the whole monoiogue, NELL tries to study and occasionally to speak, but is kept from being heard by Sue's continual chatter. Care should be given to make both characters natural.]




NEVER but once found anything here in excess of my ex

pectations of even approaching them, and that was the

New York oysters. I had just come on from California, where oysters are very small and unimportant, not to say insignificant, and I had often eaten a hundred there at a time, always feeling that I could eat more if I had them. So, when I arrived at the Metropolitan Hotel I ordered my dinner to be served in my room, and told the waiter to bring with my dinner a cup of strong coffee and a hundred raw oysters. He looked at me and then said: “Did I understand you to say a hundred oysters?"

Yes," I answered; "raw, on the half-shell, with vinegarno lemons—and as soon as you can, for I am very hungry.”

* Ahem! Miss, did you want a hundred ?”

“Yes, I do. What are you waiting for? Must I pay for them in advance? I want nice large ones.

No, no, miss. All right, you shall have dem,” and he went out.

I continued my writing and forgot all about my dinner till he knocked and came in with my dinner on a tray, but no oysters.

How is this?” said I. There are no oysters.”

Dey's comin', miss, dey's comin,'” and the door opened and in filed three more sons of Africa's burning sands, each with a big tray of oysters on the half-shell.





I was staggered, but only for a moment, for I saw the waiters were grinning, so I calmly directed them to place one tray on a chair,one on the washstand and one on the bed, and I said:

They are very small, aren't they?”
“Oh, no, miss, de bery largest we'se got.”

Very well,” said I; "you can go. If I want any more I'll ring When they got out into the hall one said to the other :

'Fore God, Jo, if she eats all dem oysters, she's a dead woman.”

I did not feel hungry any longer. I drank my coffee and looked at the oysters, every one of them as big as my hand. They all seemed looking at me with their horrible white faces and out of their one diabolical eye, until I could not have eaten one any more than I could have carved up a live baby. They leered at me and seemed to dare me to attack them. California oysters are small and with no more individuai character about them than grains of rice, but these detestable creatures were instinct with evil intentions, and I dared not swallow one for fear of the disturbance he might raise in my interior; so I set about getting rid of them, for I was never going to give up as beaten before those waiters. I hung a dress over the key-hole, after I had locked the door. Just outside my window I found a tin water-spout that had a small hole in it. I carefully enlarged it, and then slid every one of those beastly creatures down, one by one,-one hundred and two of them—they all the time eyeing me with that cold, pasty look of malignity. When the last one was out of sight, I stopped trembling and finished my dinner in peace, and then rang for the waiters. You should have seen their faces ! One of the waiters asked if I would have some May he never know the internal pang he inflicted upon me; but I answered calmly:

Not now. I think too many at once might be hurtful.”


EVERY man, however good he may be, has a yet better man dwelling within him, which is properly himself, but to whom, nevertheless, he is often unfaithful. It is to the interior and less mutable being that we should attract ourselves, not to the changeable every-day man.



Arranged by Mrs. Scott Saxton.


OMOLA was waked by a tap at the door. Maso was come

for the traveling wallet. The old man could not help

starting. Instead of the graceful outline he had been used to, crowned with the brightness of her hair, he saw the thick folds of the gray mantle and the pale face shadowed by the dark cowl.

“It is well, Maso; here is the wallet. You will go on quietly and I shall perhaps join you before you get to Tres

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Still she had letters to write. They were very brief.

The first said: “Tito, my love for you is dead; and therefore, so far as I was yours, I, too, am dead. Do not try to put in force any laws for the sake of fetching me back; that would bring you no happiness. The Romola you married can never return.

She folded the ring inside this letter and wrote Tito's name outside.

Romola was ready now to depart. No one was stirring in the house. Her heart was palpitating violently, yet she enjoyed the sense of her firm tread on the broad flags. But when she had passed the Pietra, and was on rising ground, she lifted up the hanging roof of her cowl, and looked eagerly before her. She discerned Maso and the mules at a distance where it was not hopeless for her to overtake them, as the old man would probably linger in expectation of her. Meanwhile, she might

. pause a little. She was free and alone. All things conspired to give her the sense of freedom and solitude; her escape from the accustomed walls and streets; the widening distance from her husband; alone in the presence of earth and sky, with no human presence interposing, and making a law for her.

Suddenly a voice close behind her said: “You are Romola de Bardi, the wife of Tito Melema."

She knew the voice; she did not turn to look up. She sat

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