emerald green. The hall, with its large oaken staircase, opened into another garden apparently of considerable extent, and on one side was the sitting-room into which they were shewn. It was filled with the various trifles which female ingenuity creates, evincing at least an ample share of taste and industry. Now if idleness be, as the old copy-books have it, "the root of all evil," industry is no less the root of all good.
Mrs. Wilson soon made her appearance, she was a lady-like looking person, with very kind and cheerful manners. Julia was sent to see the garden, at Mrs. Dalton's desire, who immediately addressed Mrs. Wilson on the subject: "I wished to speak to you about your pupil, for I really think it right to put you on your guard; she is a terribly naughty child, artful far beyond her years."
"And with such a sweet open countenance," exclaimed Mrs. Wilson.
"Appearances are very deceitful," continued her visitor. "I really can hardly reconcile it to my
