I polished his boots,--observe the high light on the toe.

That is Art.

I cleaned his rifle,--rifles are always clean on service,--because that is Art.
I pipeclayed his helmet,--pipeclay is always used on active service, and is indispensable to Art.

I shaved his chin, I washed his hands, and gave him an air of fatted peace.

Result, military tailor's pattern-plate.
Price, thank Heaven, twice as much as for the first sketch, which was moderately decent.' 'And do you suppose you're going to give that thing out as your work ?' 'Why not?
I did it.