womanhood of another age, and is wasted among these dolls and
butterflies.

He looked at her. She sat erect and graceful, unable to droop
into the debility of fashionable reclining,--her breezy hair
lifted a little by the soft wind, her face flushed, her full
brown eyes looking eagerly about, her mouth smiling happily.
To be with those she loved best, and to be driving over the
beautiful earth! She was so happy that no mob of fashionables
could have lessened her enjoyment, or made her for a moment
conscious that anybody looked at her. The brilliant equipages
which they met each moment were not wholly uninteresting even
to her, for her affections went forth to some of the riders and
to all the horses. She was as well contented at that moment, on
the glittering Avenue, as if they had all been riding home
through country lanes, and in constant peril of being jolted
out among the whortleberry-bushes.

Her face brightened yet more as they met a carriage containing
a graceful lady dressed with that exquisiteness of taste that
charms both man and woman, even if no man can analyze and no
woman rival its effect. She had a perfectly high-bred look, and
an eye that in an instant would calculate one's ancestors as
far back as Nebuchadnezzar, and bow to them all together. She
smiled good-naturedly on Hope, and kissed her hand to Kate.

"So, Hope," said Philip, "you are bent on teaching music to
Mrs. Meredith's children."

"Indeed I am!" said Hope, eagerly. "O Philip, I shall enjoy it