"Who will teach me, sir?"
"Mr. Herbert Smith."
Raymond started up. "Do you know him, sir? Do you know Mr. Smith, the greatest artist that is living? Is he a relation of yours?"
"Raymond, I am Herbert Smith," said his friend kindly.
A look of wondering doubt passed over the boy's face, which quickly changed to one of intense veneration, almost of reverence, at feeling himself in the presence of this master mind. Then, as the thought of all his friend's former kindness came over him, and of this great privilege before him, he covered his face with his hands; and the tears, which he vainly tried to conceal, fell through his thin fingers.
THE SURPRISE.
Madge bent down over him. "Raymond, dear Raymond, look up. Do not be sad now, it is all joy."
"I am so glad, I cannot help it, Madge," said Raymond. "All my brightest dreams coming true. I shall be an artist yet."
Mr. Smith turned away his head, his heart deeply moved by the boy's delight; but Lilian could not restrain her gladness.