He said:
"Well, we'll pin it up here. We'll have a Royal Academy and hear what the public has to say." He took a pin from under his waistcoat.
"That's not level," said George.
And when Edwin had readjusted the pin, George persisted boldly:
"That's not level either."
"It's as level as it's going to be. I expect you've been drawing horses instead of practising your piano."
He looked down at the mysterious little boy, who lived always so much nearer to the earth's surface than himself.
George nodded simply, and then scratched his head.
"I suppose if I don't practise while I'm young I shall regret it in after life, shan't I?"
"Who told you that?"