Only"-- he became very serious--"only, you must promise one thing." "What ?" "That you won't look at the picture on the easel." "But why must I promise that ?" "Because that picture will not be finished for a long time yet, and you must not look at it until I say it is ready.

Mr.King wouldn't like you to see that picture, I am sure.

In fact, he doesn't like for any one to see the picture he is working on just now." "How funny," she said, with a puzzled look.

"What is he painting it for?
I like for people to hear my music." The man answered before he thought--"But I don't like people to read my books." She shrank back, with troubled eyes, "Oh! is he--is he _that_ kind of an artist ?" "No, no, no!" exclaimed the novelist, hastily.

"You must not think that.