"That has happened;" and he smiled again. "Why? Have you been trying your hand at pictures?"
"Yes," answered Charlie in great doubt and perplexity. "Only mine are done in pencil. If you would look at them."
Charlie's eyes were so beseeching, that he could not resist.
She opened her small portfolio,—Hal's handiwork. The gentleman glanced over two or three.
"Did you do these yourself?"
"Yes;" and Charlie wondered that she should be asked the question so frequently.
"Who taught you?"
"My brother, a little; but I think it comes natural," said Charlie in her earnestness, knowing no reason why she should not tell the truth.
"Darol, here is a genius for you!" he exclaimed, going back to his friend.
Charlie watched them with throbbing heart and bated breath. She was growing very sensitive.