He reached out a long arm and captured the book. On the leaf opposite the items for the day, dangling, half torn out, was a pencil sketch of Kate Kearney.
"I—I forgot," said Nell. "I really didn't know I was doing it!"
"You know it's forbidden in this book," sternly.
"Plase, your Honour, I'm sorry."
"You've got her expression splendidly. What had she been doing?"
"Eating Molly's hair-brush."
"Injured innocence. It's ripping, Nell! You'll be a second Rosa Bonheur yet!"
She sighed.
He glanced at her quickly.
"We'll manage it somehow, old girl!"