"I'll show you presently; but tell me, first, if it looks quite
right and natural to you. Children sometimes spy out faults that no
one else can see," answered the lady, evidently pleased with the
artless praise her work received.
"It looks just like our house, only more beautiful. Perhaps that is
because I know how shabby it really is. That moss looks lovely on
the shingles, but the roof leaks. The porch is broken, only the
roses hide the place; and my gown is all faded, though it once was
as bright as you have made it. I wish the house and everything would
stay pretty forever, as they will in the picture."
While Marjorie spoke, the lady had been adding more color to the
sketch, and when she looked up, something warmer and brighter than
sunshine shone in her face, as she said, so cheerily, it was like a
bird's song to hear her,--
"It can't be summer always, dear, but we can make fair weather for
ourselves if we try. The moss, the roses, and soft shadows show the
little house and the little girl at their best, and that is what we
all should do; for it is amazing how lovely common things become, if
one only knows how to look at them.
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