Miss Fosbrook gave her real drawing lessons;
but boxes, palings, and tumble-down sheds, done with a broad black
pencil, did not seem to help her to what she wished. Yet sometimes
her fingers produced what surprised and pleased herself and
Christabel; and she never was happier than when safely shut into Miss
Fosbrook's bed-room with her card and her paints. She used to bolt
herself in, with a little parade of mystery that made Annie
exceedingly curious, though the others generally let it alone as
"Betty's fancy."
Christabel wanted to learn botany for her own pleasure. She found a
book which Susan and Bessie pronounced to be horridly stupid (indeed
Annie called it nasty, and was reproved for using such a word), but
when the information in it was minced up small, and brought out in a
new form, Bessie enjoyed it extremely. The whole party were
delighted to gather flowers for Miss Fosbrook--the wetter or the
steeper places they grew in the better; but the boys thought it
girlish to know the names; and Susan, though liking gardening, did
not in the least care for the inside of a flower.
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