Just the ordinary, uninteresting things Maggie saw around the block.

There was not a single pretty picture in the lot.
Hunt swung the canvas from his easel and stood it against the wall.
"That'll be all for you, Jimmie.

Beat it and make room for Maggie.
Maggie, take your same pose." Old Jimmie ambled forward and gazed at his portrait as Hunt was settling an unfinished picture on his easel.

It had rather amused Jimmie and filled in his idle time to sit for the crazy painter; and, incidentally, another picture of him would do him no particular harm since the police already had all the pictures they needed of him over at Headquarters.

As he gazed at Hunt's work Old Jimmie snickered.
"I say, Nuts, what you goin' to do with this mess of paint ?" "Going to sell it to the Metropolitan Museum, you old sinner!" snapped Hunt.
Old Jimmie cackled at the joke.