“Are you a minister, too?”
“Oh, no!” laughed the young man. “I am in a very different business. I am an artist—in a small way. I make sketches for books and magazines.”
“And does that pay?”
“Fairly well. I earn a comfortable living.”
“I didn’t know one could get money for making pictures. I like to draw, myself.”
“I will see what you can do this evening; that is, if you accept my cousin’s invitation.”
Before the walk was over Chester had become much interested in his new friend. He listened eagerly to his stories of the great city, and felt that life must be much better worth living there than in Wyncombe.
CHAPTER III.
A NOTEWORTHY EVENING.