The more I work at it, the more I find to admire.

May I look now at what you have done ?" "Oh yes, but I have done not much.

I am slow," said the girl, as Nigel rose and looked over her shoulder.
"Why!--what--how beautiful!--but--but--what do you mean ?" exclaimed the youth.
"I don't understand you," said the girl, looking up in surprise.
"Why, Kathy, I had supposed you were drawing that magnificent landscape all this time, and--and you've only been drawing a group of shells.
Splendidly done, I admit, but why----" He stopped at that moment, for her eyes suddenly filled with tears.
"Forgive me, dear child," said Nigel, hurriedly; "I did not intend to hurt your feelings.

I was only surprised at your preference." "You have not hurt me," returned Kathy in a low voice, as she resumed her work, "but what you say calls back to me--my father was very fond of shells." She stopped, and Nigel, blaming himself for having inadvertently touched some tender chord, hastened, somewhat clumsily, to change the subject.
"You draw landscape also, I doubt not ?" "Oh yes--plenty.

If you come home to me to-night, I will show you some." "I shall be only too happy," returned the youth, sitting down again to his sketch, "and perhaps I may be able to give you a hint or two--especially in reference to perspective--for I've had regular training, you know, Kathy, and I dare say you have not had that here." "Not what you will think much, perhaps, yet I have study a little in school, and _very_ much from Nature." "Well, you have been under the best of masters," returned Nigel, "if you have studied much from Nature.