remember me? Eleonora Vivian!"

"Miss Vivian! you have the advantage of me," said Julius, a little
stiffly. "Let me introduce my wife."

The hands met, and Rosamond perceived in the failing light a very
fine-looking maiden, with a superbly carried head and neck, simply
dressed in gray cloth. "Are you sheltering here, or are you
sketching?" she asked, seeing some paper and drawing materials.

"I was giving a lesson. See," exhibiting some bold outlines on
large paper. "Does not my pupil do me credit?"

"Very spirited," said Rosamond. "Where is she?"

"_He_ is gone to fetch me his grandmother's umbrella. He is the
little Gurth of these parts."

"Of whom you are making a Giotto?" asked Julius, thawing a little.

"Exactly; I found him drawing on a barn-door with such zeal and
spirit, that I could not help offering him some lessons. Only see,
does he not get on? I wish I could get him to the school of
design."

"May I ask what becomes of his pigs?" demanded Julius.

"Don't you hear?" as sundry grunts and squeals of those eminently
conversational animals were audible through the walls. "They are
driven home to this rick-yard, so here I meet the boy."