between the rails of the landing-place. "I do want of all things to
see a statue."

"A statue! why, don't you see lots every day?"

"Oh! I don't mean great equestrian things like the Trafalgar Square
ones, or the Duke--or anything big and horrid, like Achilles in the
Park, holding up a shield like a green umbrella. I want to see the
work of the great sculptor Julio Romano."

"He wasn't a sculptor."

"Yes, he was; didn't he sculp--no, what is the word--Hermione. No; I
mean they pretended he had done her."

"Hermione! What, have you seen the 'Winter's Tale?'"

"Papa--Uncle Wardour, that is--read it to us last Christmas."

"Well, I've seen it. Alfred and I went to it last spring with our
tutor."

"Oh! then do, pray, let us play at it. Look, there's a little stand
up there, where I have always so wanted to get up and be Hermione,
and descend to the sound of slow music. There's a musical-box in the
back drawing-room that will make the music.

"Very well; but I must be the lion and bear killing the courtier."

"O yes--very well, and I'll be courtier; only I must get a sofa-