Edward, finding that he was diverting them, began to make absurd mistakes on purpose, so that Elizabeth was forced to call him to order.  Anne thought it best to leave the room, and Helen followed her, saying, ’We had better leave Lizzie to manage him by herself; she always does better without me.’

‘You have never shewn me your drawings, Helen,’ said Anne; ’I should like very much to see them, if you will let me.’

‘If you please,’ said Helen.  ’Will you come up to my room?  I keep all my own things there, out of the way of the critics.’

‘What critics?’ inquired Anne.

‘Lizzie, to be sure, and Papa,’ said Helen; ’I think them the severest people I know.’

‘Do you indeed!’ said Anne.

‘Do not you?’ said Helen; ’does not Lizzie say the sharpest things possible?  I am sure she does to me, and she never likes anything I do.  If there is any little fault in it, she and Papa always look at that, rather than anything else.’

‘Well,’ said Anne, ’it is a comfort that if they like anything you do, you are sure it is really very good.  Their praise is worth more than that of other people.’

Helen sighed, but made no reply, as by this time they had arrived at the door of the room which she shared with Katherine.  It was a complete contrast to Elizabeth’s; it was larger and lighter, and looked out upon the bright garden, the alms-houses, and the church tower.  The upper part of the window was occupied by Katherine’s large cage of canary birds, and below was a stand of flower-pots, a cactus which never dreamt of blossoming, an ice-plant, and a columnia belonging to Katherine, a nourishing daphne of Helen’s, and a verbena, and a few geranium cuttings which she had brought from Dykelands, looking very miserable under cracked tumblers and stemless wine-glasses.  On a small round table were, very prettily arranged, various little knicknacks and curiosities, which Elizabeth always laughed at, such as a glass ship, which was surrounded with miniature watering-pots, humming-tops, knives and forks, a Tonbridge-ware box, a gold-studded horn bonbonniere, a Breakwater-marble ruler, several varieties of pincushions, a pen-wiper with a doll in the middle of it, a little dish of money-cowries, and another of Indian shot, the seed of the mahogany tree, some sea-eggs, a false book made of the wreck of the Royal George, and some pieces of spar and petrifactions which Helen had acquired on an expedition to Matlock with the Stauntons.  The book-shelf, however, was to Anne the most attractive object in the room; and whilst Helen was untying the strings of her portfolio, she went up to it.

‘What a beautiful little Bishop Wilson!’ exclaimed she, taking out one of the books.

‘Yes,’ said Helen with a sigh, ’that was dear Mrs. Staunton’s last present to me before I left Dykelands.  She said that perhaps she should not see me again before I was confirmed, and it was the fittest Godmother’s gift she could find.’