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"What age have you, Donatello?" asked Miriae, however; for I

have only lived since I met you"

"Nohat old man of society could have turned a silly compliment more

smartly than that!" exclaimed Miriam "Nature and art are just at one

sonorance is this of our friend Donatello!

Not to know his own age! It is equivalent to being iet mine!"

"It is too soon to wish that," observed the sculptor; "you are scarcely

older than Donatello looks"

"I shall be content, then," rejoined Miriaet

one day of all my life" Then she seemed to repent of this allusion, and

hastily added, "A woman's days are so tedious that it is a boon to leave

even one of the conversation had been carried on in a inative people, whether artists or poets, love to indulge In this

frame of mind, they sometimes find their profoundest truths side by side

with the idlest jest, and utter one or the other, apparently without

distinguishing which is theany considerable

value to either The rese companion had made a deep, half-serious, half-mirthful impression

on these three friends, and had taken the up, as it is so pleasant to feel them lifted, their heavy

earthly feet from the actual soil of life The world had been set

afloat, as it were, for a ,