Look at the way the irises have come out to-day. You know, I could actually see them unwrapping this afternoon; a petal would cling, and then sort of quiver and unstick itself. It made me feel all sort of—I don't know what, exactly. I wonder if I could paint my old straw that color? I think it might be very becoming. Do you? Oh, look! the first star! See, over the Driggs's, like a little trembling drop of water.
Very first star I've seen to-night.
Wish I may, wish"
"Scat!"
"Mercy! Don't ever do that again! You scared me out of a year's growth!"
"It was Miss Smith's cat after that robin's nest."
"I don't believe a boarding-house cat gets too much to eat. It's always at our kitchen door, Lizzie says. Y'll tell you what else I did to-day—Joe, I do love telling you things! I painted all these porch chairs. I think they're going to look lovely, don't you? Doctor Wells went by and saw me—I don't know what he thought."
"How long has it been since you've done any real painting, Kate?"
"Goodness! I don't know—ages."
"I wish you wouldn't give it up."
He was always trying to make her paint, suggesting subjects, subscribing to the Art Interchange for her.
