"Then you won't ask dad?"
"Indeed, I won't."
"But I don't see how books——" With a long sigh Keith turned away.
In the studio the next morning he faced his father.
"Dad, you can't learn to paint pictures by just READING how to do it, can you?"
"You certainly cannot, my boy."
"There! I told Susan Betts so, but she wouldn't LISTEN to me. And so—I don't have to go to school any more, do I?"
"Don't have to go to school any more! Why, Keith, what an absurd idea!
Of course you've got to go to school!"
"But just to be an artist and paint pictures, I don't see——"
But his father cut him short and would not listen.