sooner take her for my wax-doll, when she's all so pinky winky."

"Why then The Ellis will be The doll!" cried Miss Crawley.

The two sisters now seated, or rather threw themselves upon a sofa, to recover from the excessive laughter with which they were seized at their own pleasantry; and which was exalted nearly to extacy, by the wide stare, and uplifted hands, of Mr. Giles Arbe.

"It's horridly provoking one can't wear that colour one's self," said Miss Arramede, "for it's monstrously pretty."

"Pretty?" repeated Miss Brinville: "I hope, Miss Arramede, you don't wish to wear such a frightful vulgar thing, because it's pretty?"

"Well, I think it's vastly well," said Miss Sycamore, yawning; "so don't abuse it. As our uniform is fixed to be white, with violet ornaments, it was my thought to beg Miss Arbe would order something of this shewy sort for Miss Ellis; to distinguish us Dilettanti from the artists."