"Do you like being here?"
"Very much; and so does Madge," he answered, laying his hand on hers as she knelt beside him.
"We are going to have great fun when you are well again; and I am to have shorter lessons; and Madge is going to do lessons with me; and you will do lessons with papa. He says so."
Raymond lay very still, sometimes looking out at the sea, sometimes at the "airy fairy Lilian," by his side, sometimes at the beautiful pictures around the room. "I wonder who painted that one!" he said, pointing to a likeness of a lovely lady and child.
RAYMOND AND LILIAN.
"It is mamma and me," said Lilian, a little sadly; and then pointing to one that hung near it, she said, "I like that picture better than any."
"It is done by the great artist, Herbert Smith," she answered, laughing.
Raymond looked at it with eager delight; and at this moment Lilian's father entered the room.