His first question, after performing the
duties of a host, was, "Well, my little Lenore, what have you been
doing?"
"The old story, papa," raising her clear, sweet voice to reach his
rather deaf ears.
"Got on with your drawing?--The child is competing with a club, you
must know."
"Not exactly, papa: it is only a little society that was set on
foot at Rockpier to help us to improve ourselves."
"What is your subject this month?" Frank asked.
"A branch of blackberries," she answered briefly.
"Ah!" said Lady Tyrrell, "I saw your pupil bringing in a delicious
festoon--all black and red fruit and crimson and purple leaves. He
is really a boy of taste; I think he will do you credit."
"The new Joshua Reynolds," said Frank, glad of an excuse to turn
towards Eleonora. "Rosamond mentioned her discovery."
"You might have seen him just now figuring as Buttons," said Lady
Tyrrell. "Degradation of art, is it not? But it was the only way
to save it. Lenore is teaching him; and if his talent prove worth
it we may do something with him. Any way, the produce of native
genius will be grand material for the bazaar.
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