Then when your father is busy you could make copies of some that please you." The boy's cheeks were pink and his eyes soft.
"How lovely!" he exclaimed.

"Father, may I have it ?" He left the office with the book clasped under his arm.

On the way home, Burton bought him some drawing-paper and pencils.

For the remainder of the afternoon they both worked in silence.

Of the two, the boy was the more completely engrossed.