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AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
greatly admire the field, and other small questions ; to all
of which he only replied J a ! and held his head very low,
smiling very much.
I stuck his poor little flowers into my dress, and returned
to my drawing. About half an hour later, when we were
absorbed with our work, Clare, who was sitting on the floor
near the door which opens into the wilderness, and which said
door now stood open so that the sunshine might fall upon
the sprays of grass and campion which she was sketching,
looked up, startled by a sudden shadow falling across the
threshold, and beheld the poor httle lad standing beneath
the branches of the vine, with a half-grown reddish spaniel
at his side ; and as she glanced at him he held out a little
nosegay of flowers with the same quiet, shy look. It was
a pretty picture. She received them also with smiles, and
we called both him and the dog in: the dog obeyed most
promptly; the boy seemed frightened by our invitation,
accepted it reluctantly, and soon slipped off again. We
thought we had seen the last of him : But no ! Again
he came, and this time with a dahlia in his hand; and yet
again a shadow darkened the threshold, and now he brought
a nosegay of lovely carnations. Why, he must certainly,
after all, be a child out of Fairy-land ! Where could he
get those splendid garden-flowers from ! But no ! he was
only a poor stone-cutter’s lad who was wonderfully attracted
by the httle studio and all the strange things it contained,
and by the two young ladies who had smiled and talked so
kindly. I should think he came to us half a dozen times
in the course of the day, with his little offerings of
flowers, and his silent, shy manner. Seeing him stand and
watch us draw, with his grave, bashful eyes, we asked him
whether he would like to draw, or whether perhaps he did
not try to draw as it was. “ Ja. !” was again his answer
■—“ Ja 1” and a bashful smile. We, however, could gain
but very httle information from him beyond his name being
AN ART-STUDENT IN MUNICH.
greatly admire the field, and other small questions ; to all
of which he only replied J a ! and held his head very low,
smiling very much.
I stuck his poor little flowers into my dress, and returned
to my drawing. About half an hour later, when we were
absorbed with our work, Clare, who was sitting on the floor
near the door which opens into the wilderness, and which said
door now stood open so that the sunshine might fall upon
the sprays of grass and campion which she was sketching,
looked up, startled by a sudden shadow falling across the
threshold, and beheld the poor httle lad standing beneath
the branches of the vine, with a half-grown reddish spaniel
at his side ; and as she glanced at him he held out a little
nosegay of flowers with the same quiet, shy look. It was
a pretty picture. She received them also with smiles, and
we called both him and the dog in: the dog obeyed most
promptly; the boy seemed frightened by our invitation,
accepted it reluctantly, and soon slipped off again. We
thought we had seen the last of him : But no ! Again
he came, and this time with a dahlia in his hand; and yet
again a shadow darkened the threshold, and now he brought
a nosegay of lovely carnations. Why, he must certainly,
after all, be a child out of Fairy-land ! Where could he
get those splendid garden-flowers from ! But no ! he was
only a poor stone-cutter’s lad who was wonderfully attracted
by the httle studio and all the strange things it contained,
and by the two young ladies who had smiled and talked so
kindly. I should think he came to us half a dozen times
in the course of the day, with his little offerings of
flowers, and his silent, shy manner. Seeing him stand and
watch us draw, with his grave, bashful eyes, we asked him
whether he would like to draw, or whether perhaps he did
not try to draw as it was. “ Ja. !” was again his answer
■—“ Ja 1” and a bashful smile. We, however, could gain
but very httle information from him beyond his name being