CHAPTER VIII
LYNETTE TAKES TO PAINTING
Eve Carfax was painting an easel picture of the walled garden when Lynette arrived with a camp-stool, a drawing book, a box of paints, and a little green watering-pot full of water.
“I want to make pictures. You’ll teach me, won’t you, Miss Eve?”
“I’ll try to.”
“I’ve got a lovely box of paints. What a nice music stand you’ve got.”
“Some people call it an easel.”
“I ought to have one, oughtn’t I? I’ll ask Mr. Beeby to make one. Mr. Beeby’s the carpenter. He’s such a funny man, with a round-the-corner eye.”
Eve took the apprenticeship as seriously as it was offered, and started Lynette on a group of blue delphiniums, white lilies, and scarlet poppies. Lynette began with fine audacity, and red, white and blue splodges sprang up all over the sheet. But they refused to take on any suggestion of detail, and the more Lynette strove with them, the smudgier they became.
“Oh, Miss Eve!”