The imaginative Dickens lover is quite at liberty to make up his mind over the house and stick to it, and the very. imaginative will be quite sure to see Littimer slipping along the passages to hear Rosa's harp echoing through the long, low, white-panelled drawing-, room—Rosa who could "sing like! an angel," but more often behaved like an' argumentative demon. Oddly enough, I never realized! what a strong' dominating _personality Miss Dartle possessed till found myself in what may, perhaps have been the Steerforth mansion, As we went upstairs, I quite expected to see her handsome, bale lay ful face (with the scar extra prominent) glaring angrily at us over the banisters, Almost I could hear —as David did—"her dress rustle in the little gallery outside." Even tha- dashing Steerforth seemed shadowy compared with the sharp-tongued, incomprehensible Rosa. Were she a real human being, instead of a character in a book, one could well imagine her haunting the house, and that the wind sighing in the trees was the strings of her harp, touched by her sad and ghostly fingers.
On the other side of Highgate is an adorable cottage with a long, narrow, and quite charming garden. Here, tradition says, David Copperfield lived, and it is pleasant to think he did—even if, also, perhaps, inaccurate! Are there ghosts among the roses in the garden? Surely not, for Miss Betsy 'Trot-wood is much too level-headed and sensible to be a spook! And "Little Blossom" Well, I am' not sure. Perhaps one of the white, fluttering butterflies skimming among the flowers is the spirit of the "child-wife" lingering in the happy garden, among memories of that "happy ' insubstantial time" when she and "Dandy" were so young, so foolish, and so happy.
Text read from the printed page and cleaned; old type leaves the occasional error.