“Did you really draw this yourself?”
“Yes.”
“And did you get any money for it?”
“Ten dollars,” answered Chester, with natural pride.
“My! I wish I could get money for drawing.”
“Perhaps you can some time.”
Bob shook his head.
“I haven’t any talent that way.”
“What house is that?” asked Chester, pointing to the marble mansion at the corner of Thirty-fourth Street.
“That used to belong to A. T. Stewart, the great merchant. I suppose you haven’t any houses like that in Wyncombe?”