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The calls were made; the Art-Union Gallery visited, and then Uncle Thomas and his niece returned home. But the enjoyment of the former had only been partial; for he could think of little else, and see little else, besides Lizzy’s thin shoes and the damp pavements.

The difficulty of crossing the streets, without stepping into the water, was very great; and, in spite of every precaution, Lizzy’s feet dipped several times into little pools of ice-water, that instantly penetrated the light materials of which her shoes were made. In consequence, she had a slight hoarseness by the time she reached home, and Uncle Thomas noticed that the colour on her cheeks was very much heightened.

“Now go and change your shoes and stockings, immediately,” said he, as soon as they entered the house. “Your feet must be thoroughly saturated.”

“Oh no, indeed they are not,” replied Lizzy. “At the most, they are only a little damp.”

“A little damp!” said the old gentleman, seriously. “The grass waves over many a fair young girl, who, but for damp feet, would now be a source of joy to her friends.”

“Why, uncle, how strangely you talk!” exclaimed Lizzy, becoming a little serious in turn. Just then Mrs. Walton came in.

“Do, sister,” said the old gentleman, “see that this thoughtless girl of yours changes her wet stockings and shoes immediately. She smiles at my concern.”

“Why, Lizzy dear,” interposed Mrs. Walton, “how can you be so imprudent! Go and put on dry stockings at once.”

Lizzy obeyed, and as she left the room, her uncle said–

“How can you permit that girl to go upon the street, in midwinter, with shoes almost as thin as paper.”

“Her shoes have thick soles,” replied Mrs. Walton. “You certainly don’t think that I would let her wear thin shoes on a day like this.”

Uncle Thomas was confounded. Thick shoes! French lasting, and soles of the thickness of half-a-dollar!

“She ought to have leather boots, sister,” said the old gentleman earnestly. “Stout leather boots. Nothing less can be called a protection for the feet in damp, wintry weather.”

“Leather boots!”

Mrs. Walton seemed little less surprised than her daughter had been at the same suggestion.

“It is a damp, cold day,” said Uncle Thomas.

“True, but Lizzy was warmly clad. I am very particular on this point, knowing the delicacy of her constitution. She never goes out in winter-time without her furs.”

“Furs for the neck and hands, and lasting shoes and thin cotton stockings for the feet!”

“Thick-soled boots,” said Mrs. Walton, quickly.

“There are thick-soled boots.”

And the old gentleman thrust out both of his feet, well clad in heavy calfskin.

Mrs. Walton could not keep from laughing, as the image of her daughter’s feet, thus encased, presented itself to her mind.

“Perhaps,” said Uncle Thomas, just a little captiously, “Lizzy has a stronger constitution than I have, and can bear a great deal more. For my part, I would almost as lief take a small dose of poison as go out, on a day like this, with nothing on my feet but thin cotton stockings and lasting shoes.”

“Boots,” interposed Mrs. Walton.

“I call them boots,” said the old gentleman, glancing down again at his stout double-soled calfskins.

But it was of no avail that Uncle Thomas entered his protest against thin shoes, when, in the estimation of city ladies, they were “thick.” And so, in due time, he saw his error and gave up the argument.

When Lizzy came down from her room, her colour was still high–much higher than usual, and her voice, as she spoke, was a very little veiled. But she was in fine spirits, and talked away merrily. Uncle Thomas did not, however, fail to observe that every little while she cleared her throat with a low h-h-em; and he knew that this was occasioned by an increased secretion of mucus by the lining membrane of the throat, consequent upon slight inflammation. The cause he attributed to thin shoes and wet feet; and he was not far wrong. The warm boa and muff were not sufficient safeguards for the throat when the feet were exposed to cold and wet.