"But where did you get it? Oh, the pugs! I forgot them," Rosalind cried. "Oh! but Nannie, my dear, darling, unselfish sister, I can’t take your money in this way----" "You must," Nannie answered promptly. "But your watch--you’ve longed so for a watch, you know," said the elder girl. "Well, I have, but I can long a bit more," returned Nannie philosophically. "I shall like it all the better when I do get it." "I _can’t_ take it, darling," Rosalind urged. "Oh! yes, you can, if you try," continued Nannie. "And as for my watch, why, when you are a great swell painter you can buy me one--a real beauty--and I shall like it _ever_ so much better than any other one in all the world." Rosalind clasped Nannie close to her heart. "My Nannie, my Nannie," she cried, "I shall never be as brave and helpful as you are. While I have been grumbling, and growling, and railing at fate, you have been putting your shoulder to the wheel, and----. Oh! Nannie, Nannie, it is good of you! It is good! I shall never forget it. The first penny I earn, dear, shall be yours; and I will never forget what my dear little sister has done for me, never--never, as long as I live." A few days after this Rosalind was hard at work in the studio of the artist for whose teaching she had longed for so many weary months. And how she did work! "I have one pupil who _works_," her maestro got into the habit of saying. "Some of you have a natural gift; you have a correct eye, and you have firm touch. Every one of you might make progress if you tried. But there is only one of you all who works. That is Miss Mackenzie." But, all too soon, Rosalind’s ten pounds melted away, until they had all gone. And, as there was no more where they had come from, Rosalind’s lessons must also come to an end! "Oh! Mother, can’t you do _any_thing to help Rosie?" Nannie cried in piteously beseeching accents the night before Rosalind was to go to the studio for the last time. "Nannie," answered Mrs. Mackenzie reproachfully, "don’t you think I would if I could?" "Daddy, can you do nothing?" Nannie implored. "My little one, I am so poor just now," he answered. So poor Nannie went to bed in bitter disappointment for her sister’s trial. She felt that it was very, very hard upon Rosalind, who had worked almost day and night that she might profit by every moment of the time she was at the studio. Yes, it was very, very hard. However, Rosalind was brave, and put a good face upon the matter. "Don’t worry about it, my Nannie," she said just before she got into bed. "After all, I’ve learnt a great deal while I have been able to go to Mr. Raymond, and perhaps, after a time, daddy may be able to help me to go again, and I may do some work that will sell, and then I shall be able to go again. So don’t worry yourself, my darling, for you can’t help me this time. You see, Yummy hasn’t got any more pups to sell."