DAISY 23

Athenian Marbles. They were evidently Greek
to her, but one glance at Robertson would smooth
out her little, puzzled forehead. At ten o'clock
her little head drooped and she soon fell fast
asleep, so that he carried her upstairs, her face
bordered by its curls resting confidingly on his
shoulder. Nien he came down, | saw him
glance irresolutely at the clock, as if uncertain
whether to go out or not. | asked him whether
he would like to come to my room. | had some
curios which | had picked . up in my rambles
about the world which | thought would be of
interest to him. | @ome of them | told him were
from (\thens, and bore some elation to the Mar-
bles he had been examining. He thanked me
very politely, but very stiffly, and said that at some

future time he would like to see them. In