Will you come with me to her house now, and see what you can do?
She will provide you with the flowers and the glasses to put them into, and you can arrange them on the table just as you like best.

She will give you a guinea for the work, and I think you will find it light and pleasant." Jasmine's eyes began to sparkle.
"Oh! at another time it would be delightful," she said.
"But don't you want a guinea very badly now?
Don't you think you had better put on your hat and come away with me, and try to earn it ?" "I will," said Jasmine, with sudden enthusiasm.

"Oh, Mr.Noel, how good you are! How I wish I had a brother, and that you were he!" Noel took Jasmine to his friend's house, where the little girl began by being almost frightened, but soon forgot herself in the strong interest of her pleasant work.

Noel was right when he said Jasmine had true artistic instincts.

Certainly, hers was untaught genius, but her unerring taste came to her aid, and Mrs.Daintree's dinner-table never looked prettier or fresher than when the little maiden had completed her work.