The Dull Miss Archinard

a clever, a delightful

as at her command from morning till night. He stood before her now, his back to the flaming logs in the fireplace, looking alternately down at his boots and up at h

But, at all events, she is sincere to the core." Mary had called on the

fected maturity. Life had gone well with her; everybody said that; yet Mary knew the sadness of life. She had lost two of her babies, and sorrow had softened, ripened her. The Mary of ten

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vas. I don't really appreciate Whistler, so of course I haven't a right to an opinion at all. But however clever they may be, I don't think those pictures should fill her life to the exclusion of everything. The girl owes a duty to herself; I don't speak of her duty to others. I have no patience with Mrs. Archinard, she is simply insufferable! Katherine's patience with her is admirable; but Hilda is complet

y fancies an artist's mission t

hat would have stamped her with ignominy in the eyes of the perhaps m

for it." Peter opposed Mary for the sake of the argument, an

ld revolutionize our

the chairs for firewood! An abominable desecration of the housewifely

an accepted

it. It shows what Allan's steady persistency has

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he usual dance; it's quite the thing now among girls of that type. Individuality; their own life to be lived, their Art-in capitals-to be

ts for more than we give her credit for; this desperate devotion to her painting, her last struggle

ouse, and now that he is already on the Treasury Bench, has only to wait for indefinite promotion. He is clever, kind, honest as the day.

possible dream. I'm sorry for pe

-of the pathetic sort. Her eyes are clever; she sees things prettily, and puts them down pr

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" He leaned his arm on the mantelpiece and studied the fire w

. I didn't find her shy. She seemed perfectly mistress of herself. It may be a case of absorption i

ine during her stay, and her fi

but she thought things that were worth saying. She made little display of learning, but one felt it-like the silk lining in a plain serge gown. She did not talk too much; she made Mrs. Apswith feel like talking. Mary took her twice to the play with Peter and herself. Hilda was once invited and came. Odd sat in the back of the box and watched for the effect on her face of the clever play interpreted by the best talent of the Théatre Fran?ais. The quiet absorption

uching; and Mary owned that Hilda was "sweet," but the adjective d

ness. The gown was exquisite. Mary sent to Hilda a fine Braun photograph, which Hilda received with surprised delight, for she had done noth