Paul's
drawing was a very rough one, and such a horse as he had drawn
will never probably be seen until the race has greatly
degenerated.
"What's the matter, Jimmy?" asked Paul. "Don't you like it?"
"It's awful, Paul," said the little boy, almost choking with
mirth.
"I see how it is," said Paul, with feigned resentment. You're
jealous of me because you can't draw as well."
"Oh, Paul, you'll kill me!" and Jimmy again burst into a fit of
merriment. "Can't you really draw any better?"
"No, Jimmy," said Paul, joining in the laugh. "I can't draw any
better than an old cow. You've got all the talent in the family
in that line."
"But you're smart in other ways, Paul," said Jimmy, who had a
great admiration of Paul, notwithstanding the discovery of his
artistic inferiority.
"I'm glad there's one that thinks so, Jimmy," said Paul. "I'll
refer to you when I want a recommendation."
Jimmy resumed his drawing, and was proud of the praises which
Paul freely bestowed upon him.
"I'll get you a harder drawing book when you've got through with
these," said Paul; "that is, if I don't get reduced to poverty by
having my stock in trade stolen again."
After a while came dinner.
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