It
was funny to come to places where Armine's slightly superior age and
knowledge of the world began to tell, and when he corrected and
criticised, or laughed, with appeals to his elder friend. Babie was
so perfectly good-humoured about the sacrifice of her pet passages,
and even of her dozen copybooks, that the editor of the "Traveller's
Joy" could not help encouraging the admission of "Jotapata" into the
magazine, in spite of the remonstrances of the rest of his public,
who declared it was merely making the numbers a great deal heavier
for postage, and all for nothing.
The magazine was well named, for it was a great resource. There were
illustrations of all kinds, from Lord Fordham's careful watercolours,
and Mrs. Brownlow's graceful figures or etchings, to the doctor's
clever caricatures and grotesque outlines, and the contributions were
equally miscellaneous. There were descriptions of scenery,
fragmentary notes of history and science, records more or less
veracious or absurd of personal adventures, and conversations, and
advertisements, such as—-
Stolen or strayed.—-A parasol, white above, black
below, minus a ring, with an ivory loop handle,
and one broken whalebone. Whoever will bring
the same to the Senora Donna Elvira de Menella,
will he handsomely rewarded with a smile or a
scowl, according to her mood.
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