"But I mean, does no one do anything for you?"
"Yes, Mrs. Smiley is minding him while I'm out!"
"How did you come to leave him to-day?"
A quick flush came to Madge's cheek; she was ashamed to confess their poverty; but after a moment she added, "I wanted to sell Raymond's picture."
"Does Raymond like painting?"
Madge's face lit up with a sudden brightness. "Yes, yes! he loves it—he delights in it—he says it is his life."
"Poor boy, he does not know what up-hill work it is; he thinks it is mere fancy play, I suppose?"
"I don't think he does, sir."
"Has he ever had teaching?"