"Let me see it."

     Tom partly uncovered a dismal caricature of a house with two gable ends to it and a corkscrew of smoke issuing from the chimney. Then the girl's interest began to fasten itself upon the work and she forgot everything else. When it was finished, she gazed a moment, then whispered:

     "It's nice--make a man."

     The artist erected a man in the front yard, that resembled a derrick. He could have stepped over the house; but the girl was not hypercritical; she was satisfied with the monster, and whispered:

     "It's a beautiful man--now make me coming along."

     Tom drew an hour-glass with a full moon and straw limbs to it and armed the spreading fingers with a portentous fan. The girl said:

     "It's ever so nice--I wish I could draw."

     "It's easy," whispered Tom, "I'll learn you."

     "Oh, will you? When?"

     "At noon. Do you go home to dinner?"

     "I'll stay if you will."