Primrose had a natural love for painting.

She had none of the knowledge, none of the grounding, which is essential for real success in all departments of art in the present day; but she had a quick and correct eye for color, and all that Miss Martineau knew she had imparted to her.

Primrose looked in at the shop windows, and saw the lovely painted china, and resolved to take lessons in this art.

After some little difficulty, and after questioning first Mrs.Dove, and finally the much-dreaded Mr.Dove, she was directed to a teacher, who promised to instruct her at the rate of three pounds three shillings for twelve lessons.

Primrose did not know whether her teacher was good or bad, or whether she was paying too much or too little--she resolved to take the lessons and to spend some of her little capital in buying the necessary materials.
"After I've had my twelve lessons Mr.Jones thinks I may begin to offer some of my plates and things for sale; he says he will be very glad to put them up in his own shop window.