The child gave a great sigh of disappointment.
"Were you thinking of entering?"
"I wanted to see—if I could."
"Have you painted any?"
"No: but I have been drawing a little."
"You are rather young, I think."
Then the lady went on with her work. Charlie turned away with tears in her eyes. A whole month to wait!
Mrs. Wilcox plied her with questions on her return, but Charlie was not communicative.
After a night's rest she felt quite courageous again. She would see what could be done about engraving.
Poor Charlie! There were no bright spots in this day. Everybody seemed cross and in a hurry. One man said coarsely,—