'"
"My child, don't allow yourself to become a flatterer," returned her
mother gravely.
"Zoe, Zoe, where are you?" Edward was calling from below.
"Here," she answered, running down to meet him. "I've been in the
school-room with mamma and the others," she added, as she gained his
side, and looking up brightly into his face as she spoke.
"Ah," he said, bending down to kiss the ruby lips. "I thought you were to
be my pupil."
"Oh, so I am! except in purely feminine accomplishments. See!" holding up
her work. "I've been busy with this. It was the sewing hour, and sister
Elsie read aloud to us while we worked."
"Ah, yes! I have been reader many a time while mamma and sisters plied the
needle."
"How nice! you are such a beautiful reader! But she is almost as good."
"Not only almost, but altogether," he returned gayly as he held open the
door of her boudoir for her to enter, then followed her in. "I've come now
to hear your recitations. I suppose you are quite prepared," he added,
drawing up a chair for her, and glancing at a pile of books lying on the
table.
"No," she said, coloring and dropping her eyes with a slightly mortified
air.
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