“To put nothing in, eh? No, not this time, thanks.”
“But it’s a good evening, Mr Manners, and the fish are rising splendidly.”
“Honour?” cried the artist, with a searching look.
“Bright!” cried Josh, earnestly.
“All right, then. Here, I want to put in that little bit of sunlight, and then I’ll come. How do you think it looks?” he said, resuming his seat and beginning to paint once more.
The boys were silent for a few moments, as they examined the picture critically.
“Lovely,” said Will, at last.
“Yes,” said Josh; “I like it better than that last you did.”
“Mean it, boys?”
“Why, of course!” said the lads together.