Part 8 (1/2)

”How much was your loss, Paul?” asked his mother.

”There were nearly forty packages. They cost me about a dollar, but if I had sold them all they would have brought me in twice as much. 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.”

”I wish you'd draw something, Paul,” said Jimmy. ”I never saw any of your drawings.”

”I am afraid, if you saw mine, it would discourage you,” said Paul. ”You know, I'm older and ought to draw better.”

His face was serious, but there was a merry twinkle of fun in his eyes.

”Of course, I know you draw better,” said Jimmy, seriously.

”What shall I draw?” asked Paul.

”Try this horse, Paul.”

”All right!” said Paul. ”But you must go away; I don't want you to see it till it is done.”

Jimmy left the table, and Paul commenced his attempt. Now, though Paul is the hero of my story, I am bound to confess that he had not the slightest talent for drawing, though Jimmy did not know it. It was only to afford his little brother amus.e.m.e.nt that he now undertook the task.

Paul worked away for about five minutes.

”It's done,” he said.

”So quick?” exclaimed Jimmy, in surprise. ”How fast you work!”