“Not quite yet,” smiled Chester.
“What kind of an artist are you?”
“I make drawings for an illustrated weekly. It is a comic paper.”
“And perhaps you put your friends in occasionally?”
“Not friends exactly, but sometimes I sketch a face I meet in the street.”
“You may use me whenever you want a representative of the wild and woolly West.”
“Thank you, Mr. Wilson.”
“But in that case you must send me a copy of the paper.”
“I won’t forget it.”
“How long are you staying in New York, Mr. Wilson?” asked Edward.