“There! now, what is that?” and he handed her a sketch.
Hope looked at it and smiled.
“That is the farther shore of the pond with the spire; how very pretty it is!”
“And this?”
“Oh! that is the old church, and there is Mr. Gray’s face at the window. How good they are! You draw very well, Mr. Newt.”
“Do you draw, Miss Wayne?”
“I’ve had plenty of lessons,” replied Hope, smiling; “but I can’t draw from nature very well.”
“What do you sketch, then?”
“Well, scenes and figures out of books.”
“How very pleasant that must be! That’s a better style than mine.”