I moved what little furniture I had into my new house and

"An organist!" exclaimed the lady, who had never heard the word

'obelisk.' Several of the guests could scarcely forbear laughing,

and the sculptor would have had some difficulty in keeping his

countenance, but the smile on his lips faded away; for he caught sight

of a pair of dark-blue eyes close by the side of the inquisitive lady.

They belonged to her daughter; and surely no one who had such a

daughter could be silly. The mother was like a fountain of

questions; and the daughter, who listened but never spoke, might