Miss Hartwell stretched out her hand.
"Let me take them for a moment, please."
Élise half drew them away, looking sharply at Miss Hartwell. Then her face softened, and she placed the sketches in her hand. One by one the offending names were removed.
"I think that is better."
Élise watched curiously, and her expression did not change with the reception of the sketches.
"Don't you ever get mad?" she asked.
"Sometimes."
"That would have made me awfully mad."
"But I think you were quite right. The names are not beautiful. The flowers are."
"That wouldn't make any difference with me. I'd get mad before I thought, and then I'd stick to it anyway."