think she will have some nymphs dancing among almond-trees in blue
vases instead, as soon as she has designed it.'

'Isn't that lovely! Oh! what would I not give for such opportunities?
Do let me have your opinion.'

So Dolores went in with her, and looked at three patterns, one of tall
daisies; another of odd-looking doves, one on each side of a red
Etruscan vase, where the water must have been as much out of their
reach as that in the pitcher was beyond the crow's; and a third, of
Little Bo Peep. Having given her opinion in favour of Bo Peep, she was
taken upstairs to inspect the young lady's store of crewels, and choose
the colours.

Dolores neither knew nor cared anything about fancy work, but to be
treated as an authority was quite soothing, and she fully believed that
the mere glimpses she had had of Mrs. Sefton's work and the shop
windows, enabled her to give great enlightenment to this poor country
mouse; so she gladly went to the bedroom, with a muslin-worked toilet-
cover, embroidered curtains, plates fastened against the wall, and
table all over knick-knacks, which Miss Constance called her little
den, where she could study beauty after her own bent, while her sister
Mary was wholly engrossed with the useful, and could endure nothing but
the prose of the last century.

Meantime Mysie had forgotten how time flew in her belief that in one
minute more the young doves would want to be fed, and then in amusement
at seeing them pursue their parents with low squeaks and flutterings,
watching, too, the airs and graces, bowing, cooing, and laughing of the
old ones. When at last she was startled by hearing eleven struck,