She was alone; it was twilight; on the floor was a heap of opened letters.

The picture was called "Memories." Vandover thought this last a wonderful work of art and made a hideous copy of it with very soft pencils.

He was so pleased with it that he copied another one of the pictures and then another.

By and by he had copied almost all of them.

His father gave him a dollar and Vandover began to add to his usual evening petition the prayer that he might become a great artist.