"Yes," was Charlie's simple reply.
He studied her critically, which made her warm color come and go, and she interlaced her fingers nervously.
"My child, this first thought, as you call it, is designing. You have a very remarkable genius, I should say. How old are you?"
"Fifteen."
"You have had some instruction!"
Charlie concluded it would be wiser to say that she had, for there was the drawing-book and Hal.
"You wish to do this for a living?" he asked kindly.
"Oh, if I could! I like it so much!" and there was a world of entreaty in Charlie's tone.
Mr. Balcour had to laugh over some of the drawings, for the faces were so spirited and expressive.
"I will tell you the very best thing for you to do. Enter the School of Design for women. The arrangements, I believe, are very good; that is, there is a chance to earn something while you are studying."