“Never did,” laughed the stout lad.
“I shouldn’t think you could. What’s the use o’ painting?”
“To inculcate a love and understanding of nature in myself, and to help others in the same way.”
“If a fellow ever saw a real sundown like that he might think it was the end of the world, and yell for help.”
“Why, it’s simply immense!” cried Tom, in amazement.
“Art critics often disagree,” laughed Dave.
“The painting’s disagreed with me already,” said Willie.
The boys all had a fine appetite for dinner; and after it was over helped the inventor and his sons to get out the “Ogden II.” Rob took several of the lads on short flights, while Willie spent his time in the workshop.
Bob again broached to Mr. Ogden, Senior, the subject of taking lessons in the art of aviation.
The bird-man, disposed to be cautious, again spoke of the risks, but finally agreed to comply with his earnest request.