"And what are the other books in the cupboard, which you read?"
"There's Quentin Durward," said Fleda, "and Rob Roy, and Guy
Mannering in two little bits of volumes; and the
Knickerbocker, and the Christian's Magazine, and an odd volume
of Redgauntlet, and the Beauties of Scotland."
"And have you read all these, Miss Fleda?" said her companion, commanding his countenance with difficulty.
"I haven't read quite all of the Christian's Magazine, nor all of the Beauties of Scotland."
"All the rest."
"O yes," said Fleda, "and two or three times over. And there are three great red volumes besides, Robertson's History of something, I believe. I haven't read that either."
"And which of them all do you like the best?"
"I don't know," said Fleda, "I don't know but I like to read the Encyclopaedia as well as any of them. And then I have the newspapers to read too."
"I think, Miss Fleda," said Mr. Carleton, a minute after, "you had better let me take you with my mother over the sea, when we go back again, to Paris."
"Why, Sir?"