nished from her eyes; and her talk was animated and animating. For
though she might not tell much that was new, she told it in a new way
and with the fresh light of recent experience. Thus she became in a
wonderfully short time a quite different woman from the Lulu of the
early winter.

We acknowledged that she was become an agreeable companion. In a few
weeks of home-education her soul had expanded to a tropical and rich
growth. This we were talking over one night, when Lulu had been with us,
and when George had come for her and extinguished us with his great
hearty laugh and abundant health and activity, as the sun's effulgence
does a house-candle.

"I don't like that Remington, either," said the minister, after we were
left in this state of darkness.

"But, surely, he has given Lulu's mind a most desirable impulse and
direction. How glad Mr. Lewis will be to see her so happy, so animated,
and so sensible, when he comes home!"

"If that makes him happy, he could have had it before, I suppose. But do
you notice anything unhealthy in this mental cultivation,--anything
forced in this luxuriant flowering? Now the light of heaven expands the
whole nature, I hold, into healthy and proportioned beauty. If anything
is lacking or exuberant, the influence is not heavenly, be sure. What do
you think of this statement?"

"Very sensible, but very Hebrew to me."

"I never thought Lulu's were 'household eyes,'--but now she never speaks
of husband or children, of house or home. Now that is not a suitable
mental condition. Let us hope that this intellectual effervescence will
subside, and leave her some thoughtfulness and care for others, and the
meditation which will make her accomplishments something to enrich and
strengthen, rather than excite and overrun her mind."

"Ah! well, it is only a few weeks, not more than six, since she found
out she had a soul. No wonder she feels she has been such a laggard in
the race, she must keep on the gallop now to make up for lost time."

"But,--about the husband and children?"

"Oh, they will come in in due time and take their true place. She is a
young artist, and hasn't got her perspectives arranged. Be sure they
will be in the foreground presently," said I, cheerfully.

"Let us hope so. For a wife, mother, and house-mistress to be racing
after so many ologies, and ignoring her daily duties, is a spectacle of
doubtful utility to me."

To tell the truth, this want of domestic inter