“Give it to a church,” answered Dan.
“But surely you will exhibit it first?” said the Colonel.
Dan had never thought of it! Why not?
If the picture could be hung in the Academy, or the “New,” then would it be a more worthy thanksgiving offering.
Perhaps, too, “Our Lady” would bring the young painter good fortune!
Dan, for a reason scarcely consciously formulated in his mind, but perfectly understood by his mother and Aunt Lizzie, wanted now to make a big name—to grow rich.
“I am so glad you suggested that, Colonel!” Dan said. “It had never come into my mind. You see, I had resolved, if my eyes got well, to give a ‘Madonna’ to a church I am fond of. I painted my best, because I would only offer my best. But I owe all to Miss Le Breton—for being what she is, and for being so sweet as to sit to me.”
Colonel Lane’s severe face softened as he looked at the frank, boyish face.
“My dear Webster, you are as free from vanity as Philip is full of it. Don’t get ‘swelled head’ when you get famous—as you will!”
“I will try not to,” laughed Dan; “but I am not famous yet!”