"Peety," she said, holding it tenderly up before them. "F'owers, twees, water."
Constance and her father were much surprised as they examined them one by one. They were crude, of course, from an artistic point of view, but they exhibited genius in no slight degree. Trees, houses, dogs and people were all there. Presently Constance caught sight of a face which made her start. She seized it from Jennie almost rudely.
"Child!" she cried. "Who is this? Where did you see that man?"
Somewhat alarmed, Jennie shrank back without uttering a word.
"Connie, what's the matter," questioned Mr. Radhurst, astonished at his daughter's excitement.
"Look, father," and Constance handed him the sketch. "This is Kenneth's picture, there can be no mistake. The girl must have seen him somewhere, perhaps on the trail."
"There is a striking resemblance," returned her father. "But we cannot be sure that it's Kenneth's."
"No, no, father, I can't believe it's any other. It's so real. Where did you see this man?" she demanded, turning to Jennie.
"Me no see'm," replied the maiden.
"What, never saw him; never met him on the trail?"