got that sketch up at a print-shop. You see it is the very
same as your sister's drawing, that group of people and all."

Charles looked again, and saw a beautiful print of his favourite
landscape, the Bubbling Spring. It was the very same indeed, and the
figures exactly copied from Isabella's drawing. They could not be
mistaken: there were Jane and Harriet seated on the bank, and Alfred
kneeling on a stone, and looking into the basin which was formed a
little way below the fountain-head.

Charles uttered an exclamation of surprise.

"Why, did not you see it till I pointed it out?" said Mr Blyth.

"No, indeed," replied Charles.

"Where were your eyes, man? But are you sure that your sister did not
copy from this print? You told me it was her own sketch, but you might
be mistaken."

Charles explained that the figures represented his sisters and brother.

"Well, it is a singular thing: but if her sketches are thought so good,
it is a pity she should waste her drawings on workboxes, which hundreds
of people can make as well. I think she might turn her talents to
greater advantage. May I ask, whether she has been doing any thing of
the kind lately?"

Charles hesitated for an instant whether he should confide to Mr Blyth
his anxieties about Isabella's little volume. A moment's thought
decided him to be open about it. He knew Mr Blyth very well: he
thought he might obtain directions and assistance from him better than
from any one else in London. He accordingly said, "I have some of my
sister's handiwork now in my pocket. I do not quite know what to do
with it. If we were not in the street, I would shew it you and consult
you."

"Come in here, then," said Mr Blyth, and he entered the shop, and first
bought the print and gave it to Charles, and then was ready to hear what
his young friend had to say. When he had heard of the unsuccessful
application to a bookseller, he asked his name.

"Is he the only one you have applied to?"

"Yes, at present."

"Then perhaps I can help you. You know Mr -- is a great publisher.
Well: he is a friend of mine, and, if you like it, we will ask his
opinion. He will not, at all events, neglect your business. If the
volume is not worth the expense of publication, he will tell you so at
once; if it is, he will give you a fair price for it."

Charles was much pleased.

"If you have time," said Mr Blyth, "we will go to him now, for he lives
near. I shall be very gla