Bertram only still wore a puzzled expression as he laid aside the canvas in his hands.
Billy examined intently a sketch she had found with its back to the wall.

It was not a pretty sketch; it was not even a finished one, and Billy did not in the least care what it was.

But her lips cried interestedly: "Oh, Bertram, what is this ?" There was no answer.

Bertram was still engaged, apparently, in putting away some sketches.

Over by the doorway leading to the den Marie and Aunt Hannah, followed by William and Cyril, were just disappearing behind a huge easel.