He himself was admirable, fine gold and bronze, sapphire-eyed, with a face where streams of visions moved the muscles, and all against the blue and the willow tree.
At last he put away pencil, and at his gesture I came from the boat and the reeds.

I looked at what he had drawn, and then he shut book and, the mule following us, we moved back to the road.
"My dear fisherman," he said, "you are trudging afoot and your dress exhibits poverty.

Painters may paint Jove descending in showers of golden pesos and yet have few pesos in purse.

I have at present ten.

I should like to share them with you who have done me various good turns to-day." I said that he was generous but that he had done me good turns.