"It is perfectly lovely," she assented, clasping her hands in
ecstasy. "I suppose I have read it a dozen times."

"And Scott's 'Marmion/" he continued, "with its rugged simplicity and
marvelous description--one can almost smell the heather on the heath
while perusing its splendid pages."

"It is perfectly grand," she murmured.

"And Scott's 'Peveril of the Peak' and his noble 'Bride of
Lammermoor'--where in the English language will you find anything
more heroic than his grand auld Scottish characters and his graphic,
forceful pictures of feudal times and customs? You like them, I am
sure."

"I just dote upon them," she replied.

"And Scott's Emulsion," he continued hastily, for a faint suspicion
was beginning to dawn upon him.

"I think," she interrupted rashly, "that it's the best thing he ever
wrote."



_How Grandma Viewed Them_

"I'm glad Billy had the sense to marry a settled old maid," said
Grandma Winkum at the wedding.