"Be careful now, we are jealous already," said Josie, holding up her forefinger, menacingly.
"And two young gentlemen, lately enrolled as professionals."
"At which?" cried Josie, in mock gravity.
"Where's your promise now?" ventured Marguerite.
"Never mind, Madge, I can manage," replied Helen, smiling. The latter then gave an interesting description of her visit from general to particular. She had listened to the speeches from the government and opposition; admired the pretty surroundings of the Parliament buildings; glanced over several of the volumes in the neatly-kept library, and in the meantime formed opinions upon many of the representatives of our Province. Government House also received much notice.
"I've never been there yet," cried Josie, in a half-regretful tone.
"Then you have something in store worth going to Fredericton for," said Helen, "it is such a grand old place. The conservatory is charming—a spot where you can dream that you are in the land of perpetual summer and golden sunshine. Standing upon the threshold of the blue drawing-room you are almost spell-bound. Really my eyes were dazzled with the array of lovely pink and white azaleas that were arranged at respective distances. And the camelias—really, I had to hold my breath—then came the endless group of calla lilies— pure, transparent and beautiful."
"Oh, Helen, I should have been tempted to pluck a stray one and say, 'old conscience, it is public property.'"
Marguerite laughed at the amusing look depicted upon Josie's face, but Helen disconcerted went on. "But what made the scene more effective was the soft and velvety carpeting of luxuriant grass growing in the centre of the conservatory—nothing to be seen but lovely flowers, foliage and verdure."
"Suppose great care must be bestowed upon it," said Marguerite.