But the boy wore the same look of candor.

He held his cap in his hand.

His black hair fell around his handsome face.

He was entirely calm, and behaved in the most respectful manner.
"What do you mean, Sir ?" said Christopher Burt, in great perplexity, as he seated himself again, and drew a long breath.
"Simply, Sir, that I am very fond of sketching.

My teacher says I draw very well, and I have had a great desire to draw your place, but I did not dare to ask permission.