He was rather proud of his ability as an artist, himself.

He turned his attention, to the flaming yellow pair of trousers worn by a small Chinese boy among the numerous Chinese children in the street below.

The brilliant color made the little fellow most conspicuous as he toddled here and there.

In watching him, Jo tried to forget his own self-reproach.
So far did he succeed in forgetting it that, that evening, when Louis Rouse, one of the other boys whose parents were staying at the resort during the summer vacation, proposed going over to the Chinese village, Jo did not object, though he knew that the purpose of going was to have some "fun," as Louis called it.
"Was the line of flounders up ?" asked Louis gleefully, as the boys went over the fields in the dusk.

"Let's cut it again! And, say, let's just tip over one of those frames for drying fish in the field back of the village.