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CREATIVE ART.
He went forth, seeking.
The Schofield household was catless this winter but there was a nice white cat at the Williams'.

Penrod strolled thoughtfully over to the Williams's yard.
He was entirely successful, not even having been seen by the sensitive coloured woman, aged fifty-three years and four months.
But still Penrod was thoughtful.

The artist within him was unsatisfied with his materials: and upon his return to the stable he placed the cat beneath an overturned box, and once more sat down in the inspiring wheelbarrow, pondering.

His expression, concentrated and yet a little anxious, was like that of a painter at work upon a portrait that may or may not turn out to be a masterpiece.