_I'll_ undertake the whole lot in the drawing academy.

Here, Patty, give us the toasting-fork: I'm going to begin.

I never saw such a splendid fire for toasting muffins before in my life! Rum-dum-diddy-iddy-dum-dee, dum-diddy-iddy-dum!" And Zack fell on his knees at the fireplace, humming "Rule Britannia," and toasting his first muffin in triumph; utterly forgetting that he had left Madonna's drawing lying neglected, with its face downwards, on the end of Mrs.Blyth's couch.
Valentine, who in the innocence of his heart suspected nothing, burst out laughing at this new specimen of Zack's inveterate flightiness.
His kind instincts, however, guided his hand at the same moment to the drawing.

He took it up carefully, and placed it on a low bookcase at the opposite side of the room.

If any increase had been possible in his wife's affection for him, she would have loved him better than ever at the moment when he performed that one little action.
As her husband removed the drawing, Mrs.Blyth looked at Madonna.