"This is my little brother Jimmy.

He is a great artist." "Now you are laughing at me, Paul," said the little boy.
"Well, he is going to be a great artist some day, if he isn't one yet.
Do you think, Jimmy, you could draw Phil, here, with his fiddle ?" "I think I could," said the little boy, slowly, looking carefully at their young guest; "but it would take some time." "Perhaps Phil will come some day, and give you a sitting." "Will you come ?" asked Jimmy.
"I will come some day." Meanwhile Mrs.Hoffman was preparing supper.

Since Paul had become proprietor of the necktie stand, as described in the last volume, they were able to live with less regard to economy than before.

So, when the table was spread, it presented quite a tempting appearance.

Beefsteak, rolls, fried potatoes, coffee, and preserves graced the board.
"Supper is ready, Paul," said his mother, when all was finished.
"Here, Phil, you may sit here at my right hand," said Paul.