Hetty's eyes brightened at the sight of these flowers, and noted keenly every exquisite outline and delicate hue of the group.

It seemed to her at the moment that she had never seen anything so beautiful before.

Mechanically she took up her pencil and began to imitate on a piece of paper the waving line of the bramble wreath, and the graceful curves of the leaves.

To her own great surprise something very like the bramble soon began to appear upon the paper.

A sharp touch here, a little shadow there, and her drawing looked vigorous and true.