She looked at the flowers immediately opposite her and knew this was what she must paint.
There were several lilies in bloom and beside them were pink roses so full and luscious that they reminded her of her stepmother.
With them were some delicate bell-shaped little flowers to which she could not put a name, but which had a fairylike lightness.
Tempera opened her paint-box and squeezed out the paint she required, then picked up her brushes.
She would have liked to have an easel to hold the small canvas, but instead she held it on her knee.
Then she started to paint.
She started at the top of the picture with the lily, then working swiftly she added the roses, and afterwards a number of other flowers.
She remembered to put in, with those she finished, as the Masters of flower painti
