"Perhaps you will let me teach you?"
The colour flashed into the girl's cheeks; she made no answer at first, and then murmured, "You are very kind!"
"One must do something, you know," Mrs. Bar clay said. "I cannot let all your goodness make me idle. I am very fond of drawing, myself; it has whiled away many an hour for me. Besides, it enables one to keep a record of pretty and pleasant things, wherever one goes."
"We live among our pleasant things," said Lois; "but I should think that would be delightful for the people who travel."
"You will travel some day."
"No, there is no hope of that."
"You would like it, then?"
"O, who would not like it! I went with Mrs. Wishart to the Isles of Shoals last summer; and it was the first time I began to have a notion what a place the world is."
"And what a place do you think it is?"
"O, so wonderfully full of beautiful things—so full! so full!—and of such different beautiful things. I had only known Shampuashuh and the Sound and New York; and Appledore was like a new world." Lois spoke with a kind of inner fire, which sparkled in her eyes and gave accent to her words.