Soon after the supper table was cleared Mr. Henderson called.
"I am glad to see you, Mr. Henderson," said Paul, cordially. "This is my mother, Mrs. Hoffman, and here is the young scholar I told you of."
Jimmy looked up shyly.
"He has seen your picture and likes it. By the way, I have sold one of your pictures—the one introducing the children."
"Thank you for your kindness," said the artist, his face brightening. "You have done what I could not do, and it will give me very welcome aid."
"I hope the price will be satisfactory," said Paul.
"I did not expect much," said Mr. Henderson, who inferred that the price obtained was small. "I am unknown, and I have no right to expect much for my work."
"I sold it to a friend of mine for fifty dollars," continued Paul.
"Fifty dollars!" exclaimed the poor artist, hardly crediting the testimony of his ears.
"Yes," said Paul, enjoying his surprise. "Is it satisfactory?"