“I am.”
“What?”
“Oh, just lines and circles.”
Jeremy paused, standing for a moment, and looked puzzled. Then he said:
“Do you like babies, Uncle Samuel?”
“No, I do not.”
“Not even Barbara?”
“No—certainly not.”
“I don't, too... Why don't you paint cows and houses like other people, Uncle Samuel? I heard Father say once that he never knew what your pictures meant.”
“That's why I paint them.”