"I generally wait a bit and find out which are the pictures I am expected to admire."
"And a very sensible plan too," she rejoined; "that is, for you and me and the rest of the common herd. Of course Papa's different. He's a critic."
Her father coughed deprecatingly.
"When he sees anything really artistic," she went on, "it fills him with delight."
"I wish you wouldn't use that horrible word, Felicity," he groaned.
"What horrible word?"
"Artistic."
"Sorry, Papa; I forgot. On the other hand," she continued unabashed, "if you show him anything that isn't it causes him terrible suffering. He will cover his eyes with one hand and shoo it away with the other."
"You mustn't mind my little daughter's nonsense," he said. "Someone told her the other day she had a sense of humour. It was a great mistake."
"That's one up to you, Papa," she returned cheerfully; "but before the House adjourns I should like to move that we all go to the Academy this afternoon."