I can beat him in drawing horses, I know, and dogs; but I can only draw what I see.

Somehow he seems to see things we don't, don't you know?
Oh, father, I'm determined I'd rather be a painter than anything." And he falls to drawing horses and dogs at his uncle's table, round which the elders are seated.
"I've settled it upstairs with J.J.," says Clive, working away with his pen.

"We shall take a studio together; perhaps we will go abroad together.

Won't that be fun, father ?" "My dear Clive," remarks Mr.Honeyman, with bland dignity, "there are degrees in society which we must respect.

You surely cannot think of being a professional artist.