Chester looked an inquiry.
“I will take it to New York with me, and see if I can dispose of it.”
“I am afraid it won’t be of much use, Mr. Conrad. I am only a boy.”
“If a sketch is good, it doesn’t matter how old or young an artist is.”
“I should like very much to get something for it. Even fifty cents would be acceptable.”
“You hold your talent cheap, Chester,” said Mr. Conrad, with a smile. “I shall certainly ask more than that for it, as I don’t approve of cheapening artistic labor.”
The rest of the evening passed pleasantly.
When Chester rose to go, Mr. Conrad said:
“Take these papers, Chester. You can study them at your leisure, and if any happy thoughts or brilliant ideas come to you, dash them off and send them to me. I might do something with them.”
“Thank you, sir. What is your address?”