Lillie. “There, would you make a green leaf there, or a brown one?”
John,—endeavoring to look wise, “Well, a brown one.”
Lillie. “That’s just like you, John; now, don’t you see that a brown one would just spoil the effect?”
“Oh! would it?” said John, innocently. “Well, what did you ask me for?”
“Why, you tiresome creature! I wanted you to say something. What are you sitting moping over a book for? You don’t entertain me a bit.”
“Dear Lillie, I have been talking about every thing I could think of,” said John, apologetically.
“Well, I want you to keep on talking, and put up that great heavy book. What is it, any way?”
“Lecky’s ‘History of Morals,’” said John.
“How dreadful! do you really mean to read it?”
“Certainly; we are all reading it.”