tersely. Amy enjoyed spending an evening with a scholar like Mr. Prince, and Mr. Lufton was very pleasant in his own house, and the photographers were new people to her. She recollected Mr. Hubbard's scorn of photography as a mere mechanical art, and was surprised to see so much love of nature and artistic feeling in those who practised it. Above all, she enjoyed the fun of her new situation, and laughed very heartily at all the jokes she heard. Wit and humour were not the specialities of the Lindsay family; they were good-humoured and clear-sighted, but they were not ready in repartee, and scarcely understood it when they heard it. Isabel had more turn for saying smart things than the others; but her wit had been looked on as rather impertinent, and was not encouraged in the family. But on the other hand there was an atmosphere of sincerity and good will in the household that many more polished homes could not boast of. After the first week Amy had no fear of offending any one— she never needed to hint at anything she wished—they did not understand hints—but the more plainly she spoke the better they liked it. Allan wished to learn to speak well, and asked her to tell him whenever he made a mistake or used an ungraceful Scotticism, and he never was offended with her for pointing out
