For an untrained child it was an amazing piece of work.
"It is a Botticelli head," Mr.Waddington whispered.

"Look at the outline." The boy glanced up and saw them standing there.

He excused himself gracefully.
"You don't mind, sir, do you ?" he asked Mr.Waddington.

"I took a sheet of paper from your office.

This head was so wonderful, I wanted to carry away something that would remind me of it." "If you like," Mr.Waddington offered, "I will lend you the book of engravings.