"I tells Joe
if he drawed like King Geaarge's head up at Wil'sbro' on the sign,
with cheeks like apples, and a gould crown atop, he'd arn his
bread."
"All in good time, Betty. He can't colour till he can draw. I'm
glad to see him looking so well."
"Yes, my lady, he do have his health torrablish, though he lives in
a underground sort of a place; and they fine servants puts upon he
shameful."
"Granny!" muttered Joshua, in expostulation.
"He's a brave boy, and does not mind roughing it, so he can get on,"
said Rosamond.
"And the ladies are very good to me," said the boy.
"Show Lady Rosamond the draught you did of Miss Vivian, like a
hangel," suggested the aunt.
The rising artist coloured, saying, "Please, my lady, don't name it
to no one. I would not have shown it, but little Bess, she pulled
down all my things on the floor when I was not looking. It is from
memory, my lady, as she looks when she's doing anything for Sir
Harry."
It was a very lovely sketch--imperfect but full of genius, and
wonderfully catching, the tender, wistful look which was often on
Eleonora's face, as she waited on her father.
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