so full of innocent delight at being thus honored that it was a pretty sight to see.
"A thousand thanks! Now I can exult over Mrs. Murray, and get my palette ready. When can we begin? As your sister is an invalid and cannot come to my studio with you, perhaps you will allow me to make my sketch at your own house," said Mr. Vane, as pleased with his success as only a perplexed artist could be.
"Did Mrs. Murray tell you about us?" asked Jessie quickly, as her smiles faded away and the proud look came into her face; for she was sure their misfortunes were known, since he spoke of poor Laura's health.
"A little," began the new friend, with a sympathetic glance.
"I know models are paid for sitting; did you wish to do it with me because I'm poor?" asked Jessie with an irrepressible frown and a glance at the thrice cleaned dress and the neatly mended gloves.
Mr. Vane knew what thorn pricked the sensitive little girl, and answered in his friendliest tone,—
"I never thought of such a thing. I wanted you to help me, because I am poor in what artists so much need,—real grace and beauty. I hoped you would allow me to give your sister a copy of the sketch as a token of my gratitude for your great kindness."
The frown vanished and the smile returned as the soft answer turned away Jessie's wrath and made her hasten to say penitently,—
"I was very rude; but I have n't learned to be humble yet, and often forget that I am poor. Please