"I brought over with me a small sum of money, and by great economy I made it last till a week since. I am unknown, and, though I have two pictures finished, I cannot sell them. I was told that America was a good country for the poor; but I do not find it so for me."
"It may be, after you are known."
"But what shall I do in the meantime?"
Here an idea came to Paul. He had long intended to obtain a teacher of drawing for Jimmy. It would be a charity to employ this poor artist if he were competent.
"Did you ever give lessons in drawing?" he asked.
"Yes; I gave lessons in England. I would gladly find scholars here, but I am not known."
"I have a little brother who has a great taste for drawing," said Paul. "You may begin with him."
"Thank you," said the stranger, warmly. "You give me new hope. I will teach him gladly, and leave the price of the lessons to you."
"If you will tell me where you live I will call there at noon. You will want to buy some food for your little girl."
"Yes, poor little Mary, I must not leave her waiting any longer. I shall be very glad to see you at my poor room. It is No. — Centre street, back room, third floor. Ask for Mr. Henderson."