"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 amusement 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!"
He drew near and inspected Paul's drawing. He had no sooner
inspected it than he burst into a fit of laughter.
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