Ho! Ho!' 'Be an artist, then,' said Maisie.

'You're always laughing at my trying to draw; and it will do you good.' 'I'll never laugh at anything you do,' he answered.

'I'll be an artist, and I'll do things.' 'Artists always want money, don't they ?' 'I've got a hundred and twenty pounds a year of my own.

My guardians tell me I'm to have it when I come of age.

That will be enough to begin with.' 'Ah, I'm rich,' said Maisie.