I can't do it with mine, because I can't let go of the drawing.

Here, look here!--make her look here, and see how I like it!" And Zack hugged the copy of the Venus de' Medici to his waistcoat, by way of showing how highly he prized it.
At this outburst of sentimental pantomime, Madonna raised her head and glanced at young Thorpe.

Her face, downcast, anxious, and averted even from Mrs.Blyth's eyes during the last few minutes (as if she had guessed every word that could pain her, out of all that had been said in her presence), now brightened again with pleasure as she looked up--with innocent, childish pleasure, that affected no reserve, dreaded no misconstruction, foreboded no disappointment.

Her eyes, turning quickly from Zack, and appealing gaily to Valentine, beamed with triumph when he pointed to the drawing, and smilingly raised his hands in astonishment, as a sign that he had been pleasantly surprised by the presentation of her drawing to his new pupil.

Mrs.Blyth felt the hand which she still held in hers, and which had hitherto trembled a little from time to time, grow steady and warm in her grasp, and dropped it.