"Oh, pictures," laughed Constance, taking the sketches from the maiden. "Did you bring them for me?"
"Me fetch 'm. Heem tell Jennie come."
"Who told you?"
"Gikhyi."
"What, Mr. Steadman?"
"Ah, ah."
"Look, father," and Constance crossed the room to where Mr. Radhurst was sitting, a silent witness of it all. "Mr. Steadman sent Jennie here to show us her pictures; how kind of him."
Jennie went softly across the room, and laid her hand upon the sketches.
"Calling us to order, are you, Jennie?" Constance laughed. "Come, then, show us your pictures, and tell us about them."
Eagerly the girl seized the sketch in her fingers.