Miss Kate took out her sketch again, and Margaret watched her, while Mr.Brooke lay on the grass with a book, which he did not read.
"How beautifully you do it! I wish I could draw," said Meg, with mingled admiration and regret in her voice.
"Why don't you learn?
I should think you had taste and talent for it," replied Miss Kate graciously.
"I haven't time." "Your mamma prefers other accomplishments, I fancy.

So did mine, but I proved to her that I had talent by taking a few lessons privately, and then she was quite willing I should go on.

Can't you do the same with your governess ?" "I have none." "I forgot young ladies in America go to school more than with us.

Very fine schools they are, too, Papa says.

You go to a private one, I suppose ?" "I don't go at all.