“I shall be awful old, then, before I can paint daddy a picture. Can you draw fairies and animals?”
“Supposing I try?”
“Yes, do. Draw some in my book.”
The easel picture was covered up and abandoned for the time being. The two stools were placed side by side, and the two heads, the auburn and the black, came very close together.
“I’ll draw Mr. Puck.”
“Yes, Mr. Puck.”
“Mr. Puck is all round—round head, round eyes, round mouth.”
“What a funny little round tummy you have given him!”
“You see, he’s rather greedy. Now we’ll draw Mr. Bruin.”
“Daddy made such funny rhymes about Mr. Bruin. Give him a top-hat. Isn’t that sweet? But what’s he doing—sucking his fingers?”