Instead of answering, Dolly rose up and brought him something to look at; a plain little oval frame of black wood within which was a head in light water colours.
"Mrs. Copley!" exclaimed Lawrence.
"Is it like?"
"Striking! capital. I'm not much of a judge of painting in general, but I know a friend's face when I see it; and this is to the life. To the life! Graceful, too. Where did you get it?"
"I got the paper and the paints at a little shop in—I forget the name of the strasse;—and mother was here to my hand. Ecco!"
"You don't mean you did it?" said Lawrence, while the others crowded near to look.
"I used to amuse myself with that kind of thing when I was at school, and I had always a knack at catching likenesses. I am going to try you, Rupert, next."
"Ah, try me!" cried Lawrence. "Will you? and we will stay in Dresden till it is done."
"Suppose I succeed," said Dolly softly,—"will you get me orders?"
"Orders?"