"What's that?" he asked, pointing to the object in the sketch which had been the cause of the present smooches on his blouse.
"What?" asked Phil encouragingly.
"That big tall thing that looks kind of rough, like a rock or something."
"Why, that's the Metropolitan Tower. See it there over those roofs?" Phil directed the boy's gaze with his brush-handle.
"Doesn't look much like it, does it?"
"Oh, you wait and see."
"Are those going to be trees there?"
"Yes; and those spots are going to be filled with red and pink and yellow and white. You know what a tulip is? Those are the tulip beds."
Ernest leaned comfortably against the green park bench. "What are you going to make the picture for?"
"Enough questions," said Violet brightly. She was standing away a little, but mounting guard over her small charge and taking notes of the sketch for the benefit of Rex. Now she stepped forward and took the child's hand with intent to lead him away; but Phil looked smiling at the boy, and said:—