He grins at us, very martial and smart indeed, as he is stood in the rack for the enamel to harden.
No one who has ever been to the workroom of one of those art shops will ever forget it.

Personally I found it more enchanting than any regular studio I ever visited.

There was quite real art there.
Remember, those designs show no mean order of genius and imagination, and the more mechanical work is beautifully done and is constantly given a little individual, quaint twist which stamps the toys as personal works of art.

And the whole picture,--I wish I could paint it! The low-ceilinged room, set high up above the little court; the sunshine and the golden square outside; the girl in the black smock and the huge table covered with pots and saucers and jars of every shape and size; and the vivid splashes of colour in the bright afternoon light--scarlet and violet and yellow and indigo and red-brown.

And the wall full of strange and brilliant little figures grinning, scowling and staring down like so many goblins! Just as you go out of the studio your eye can scarcely fail to fall upon one particular wooden hanger to be screwed on a door.