On the day of the contest, Wanda's seat was empty. But around the walls hung a hundred drawings of dresses, each one different, each one in bright, glowing colour. The patterns were , worked in detail so fine the class leaned close to stare. No one had guessed that the quiet girl in the corner was so . The vote was : Wanda had won. Then Miss Mason read a letter explaining that the family had moved away, and the class understood, too late, how a talent they had laughed at.