"What if he did say you couldn't use your right arm much again ?" Billy's voice broke a little, then quickly steadied into something very much like triumph.
"You've got your left one!" Bertram shook his head.
"I can't paint with that." "Yes, you can," insisted Billy, firmly.

"Why, Bertram, what do you suppose you were given two arms for if not to fight with both of them?
And I'm going to be ever so much prouder of what you paint now, because I'll know how splendidly you worked to do it.

Besides, there's Baby.

As if you weren't ever going to paint for Baby! Why, Bertram, I'm going to have you paint Baby, one of these days.

Think how pleased he'll be to see it when he grows up! He's nicer, anyhow, than any old 'Face of a Girl' you ever did.