Thirdly, the black and white chalk.
Fourthly,--where are the port-crayons to hold the chalk?
Down in the painting-room, of course.

No! no! don't trouble Madonna to fetch them.
Tell her to poke the fire instead: I'll be back directly." And Mr.Blyth skipped out of the room as nimbly as if he had been fifteen instead of fifty.
No sooner was Valentine's back turned than Mrs.Blyth's hand was passed under the pretty swan's-down coverlet that lay over her couch, as if in search of something hidden beneath it.

In a moment the hand reappeared, holding a chalk drawing very neatly framed.

It was Madonna's copy from the head of the Venus de' Medici--the same copy which Zack had honored with his most superlative exaggeration of praise, at his last visit to the studio.

She had not since forgotten, or altered her purpose of making him a present of the drawing which he had admired so much.