I shall have some delicious hours over the work." "Now, mind you make it beautiful," cried Nell; "for I have staked my reputation on you!" Hetty thought she had never been so happy in her life before, as she went out to pick and choose among the flowers, looking for a theme for her composition.

At last she satisfied herself, and came back to the school-room, and went to work.
Miss Davis, who had been much pleased with her of late, looked on with approval.

She thought the girl had fairly earned a holiday and a treat.
Hetty was more nervous over this drawing than she had been over any of the others.

With them she had been only working to please herself, and of her own free will; but now it seemed as if the eyes of the world were upon every line she drew.

She spoiled several beginnings; and at last, flushed and feverish, had to put away the work till to-morrow.
"Drawing seems to be not all unmixed happiness any more than dates," said Miss Davis, smiling at her anxious face.