After he had gone the painter moved back to his long table. He had always had a fancy for modelling—had always had lumps of clay lying about within reach. He pulled out all the sketches of his son from the old portfolio, spread them before him on the table, and began.

Paris, 1918—Saint Brice-Sous-Forêt, 1922.

THE END

TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES

  1. P. [62], changed “we was surprised” to “he was surprised”.
  2. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling.
  3. Retained anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.