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.
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