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Christabel saw little hope for her intended reading, but she was
always glad of a space for making Bessie happy, so she kindly
consented to the bringing out of the little girl's treasury, and the
dismal face grew happy and eager. The subjects of the drawings were
all clear in her head; that was not the difficulty, but the
cardboard, the ribbon, the real good paints. One little slip of card
Miss Fosbrook hunted out of her portfolio; she cut a pencil of her
own, and advised the first attempt to be made upon a piece of paper.
The little bird that Bessie produced was really not at all bad, and
her performance was quite fair enough to make it worth while to go
on, since Miss Fosbrook well knew that mammas are pleased with works
of their children, showing more good-will than skill. For why?
Their value is in the love and thought they show.
The little bird was made into a robin with the colours in a paint-box
that Bessie had long ago bought; but they were so weak and muddy,
that the result was far from good enough for a present, and it was
agreed that real paints must be procured as well as ribbon.
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