"I'm so glad, Emma, that you thought of it; it is splendid to draw! I'll begin directly; not exactly here, but a little farther off." And Fani stepped slowly back till he had reached the right point of view.

There he sat down on the ground, and Emma, placing herself at his side, drew out from her satchel a perfect wealth of paper and pencils.
"There's paper enough there to make a great many sketches," said the boy, as he looked with longing eyes at all this fine material.
"I will give you a lot of it to take home," said Emma.

"I thought I would bring a good deal, because you might have to try several times before you got a good picture.

Now pick out a pencil, Fani." It seemed to Fani a wonderful mine of wealth; all this fresh paper, and such an assortment of pencils to choose from.

He selected two pencils, and then, spreading a sheet of white paper before him, he began his sketch.