I had
only sold ten packages."
"Shall you make some more?"
"No, I think not," said Paul. "I've got tired of the business. It's
getting poorer every day. I'll go out after dinner, and see if I can't
find something else to do."
"You ain't going out now, Paul?" said Jimmy.
"No, I'll stop and see you draw a little while."
"That's bully. I'm going to try these oxen."
"That's a hard picture. I don't think you can draw it, Jimmy."
"Yes, I can," said the little boy, confidently. "Just see if I don't."
"Jimmy has improved a good deal," said his mother.
"You'll be a great artist one of these days, Jimmy," said Paul.
"I'm going to try, Paul," said the little boy. "I like it so much."
Little Jimmy had indeed made surprising progress in drawing. With no
instruction whatever, he had succeeded in a very close and accurate
imitation of the sketches in the drawing books Paul had purchased for
him. It was a great delight to the little boy to draw, and hour after
hour, as his mother sat at her work, he sat up to the table, and worked
at his drawing, scarcely speaking a word unless spoken to, so absorbed
was he in his fascinating employment.
Paul watched him attentively.
"You'll make a bully artist, Jimmy," he said, at length, really
surprised at his little brother's proficiency. "If you keep on a little
longer, you'll beat me.
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