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A patron of art asked Whistler to tell him where a friend lived on a certain street in London, to which the artist replied:
"I can't tell you, but I know how you can find it. Just you ring up houses until you come across a caretaker who talks in B flat, and there you are."
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A friend of Whistler's saw him on the street in London a few years ago talking to a very ragged little newsboy. As he approached to speak to the artist he noticed that the boy was as dirty a specimen of the London "newsy" as he had ever encountered—he seemed smeared all over—literally covered with dirt.
Whistler had just asked him a question, and the boy answered:
"Yes, sir; I've been selling papers three years."
"How old are you?" inquired Whistler.
"Seven, sir."
"Oh, you must be more than that."