Sir Roger took her by her shoulders, and shook her gently, saying: 

“Come, wake up, little sweetheart!  How can you get sleepy or hungry with all these handsome pictures staring at you from the walls?”

The good-natured child laughed; but her brother, who had an unconquerable aversion to Sir Roger’s huge whiskers, curled his lips, and exclaimed scornfully: 

“Hattie, you ought to be ashamed of yourself!  Hungry, indeed!  You are almost as bad as that English lady—­, who, when her husband was admiring some beautiful lambs, and called her attention to them, answered, ‘Yes, lambs are beautiful—­boiled!’”

Desirous of conciliating him, Sir Roger replied: 

“When you and Hattie come to see me in England, I will show you the most beautiful lambs in the United Kingdom; and your sister shall have boiled lamb three times a day, if she wishes it.  Miss Earl, you are so fond of paintings that you would enjoy a European tour more than any lady whom I have met in this country.  I have seen miles of canvas in Boston, New York and Philadelphia, but very few good pictures.”

“And yet, sir, when on exhibition in Europe this great work here before us received most extravagant praise from transatlantic critics, who are very loath to accord merit to American artists.  If I am ever so fortunate as to be able to visit Europe, and cultivate and improve my taste, I think I shall still be very proud of the names of Allston, West, Church, Bierstadt, Kensett and Gifford.”

She turned to quit the gallery, and Sir Roger said: 

“I leave to-morrow for Canada, and may possibly sail for England without returning to New York.  Will you allow me the pleasure of driving you to the park this afternoon?  Two months ago you refused a similar request, but since then I flatter myself we have become better friends.”

“Thank you, Sir Roger.  I presume the children can spare me, and I will go with pleasure.”

“I will call at five o’clock.”

He handed her and Hattie into the coupe, tenderly assisted Felix, and saw them driven away.

Presently Felix laughed, and exclaimed: 

“Oh!  I hope Miss Morton will be in the park this evening.  It would be glorious fun to see her meet you and Sir Roger.”

“Why, Felix?”

“Oh! because she meddles.  I heard Uncle Grey tell mamma that she was making desperate efforts to catch the Englishman; and that she turned up her nose tremendously at the idea of his visiting you.  When Uncle Grey told her how often he came to our house, she bit her lips almost till the blood spouted.  Sir Roger drives very fine horses, uncle says, and Miss Morton hints outrageously for him to ask her to ride, but she can’t manage to get the invitation.  So she will be furious when she sees you this afternoon.  Yonder is Goupil’s; let us stop and have a look at those new engravings mamma told us about yesterday.  Hattie, you can curl up in your corner, and go to sleep and dream of boiled lamb till we come back.”