Charlie colored with delight, and every nerve seemed to expand with precious hope.
"It is a great pity that you are not a man."
"Why?" and Charlie opened her large eyes wonderingly.
"Because then you could do something with your talent. All these comic pictures in papers are designed by men; and they sometimes travel about, writing descriptions of places, and drawing little sketches to go with them. It is capital business."
"That is what I should like;" and Charlie's face glowed.
"But girls and women never do it. It's altogether out of their sphere. You see, that is one of the disadvantages."
Mr. Brown uttered this dogmatically.
"But if they know how, and can do it"—
"They couldn't travel about alone, running into dangers of all kinds. And it is just here. Now, some of these sketches are as good as you see in the papers; but no one would think of buying them of a woman, because it is men's work."