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prospect of a good meal, lay prostrate before it,
one on either side, and an appreciative dog sniffed
at it from the foreground.—It seemed more eloquent
in its way than the sign before the other village inn,
whereon a young lady sat at her easel, and two or
three young men peeped over her shoulder, and he
who painted it for his dinner was no poor artist in
one sense of the word.
Often enough at Siron’s, as at the Maison Millet,
there has been the difficulty of making both ends
meet. But at the inn it has been turned into
comedy rather than tragedy, and if money has not
been forthcoming at once, Siron has been willing
to wait, knowing that it would in the end.—Men
of other professions, if they lived together in com-
munities, as artists often do, could hardly show so
fair a record. For all the talk and definitions of
so-called Bohemianism, an artist is never in debt
longer than he can help.—It would be fortunate
for tradespeople if the same could be said of all
men.
A waiter in a dress-coat, which was certainly not
what we had come to Barbizon to see, showed us
into the “high inn-chamber panelled” with sketches,
where we took great pleasure in noting that the
best were by Americans.—We next ordered groseille,
for which it was our privilege to pay double the
price
prospect of a good meal, lay prostrate before it,
one on either side, and an appreciative dog sniffed
at it from the foreground.—It seemed more eloquent
in its way than the sign before the other village inn,
whereon a young lady sat at her easel, and two or
three young men peeped over her shoulder, and he
who painted it for his dinner was no poor artist in
one sense of the word.
Often enough at Siron’s, as at the Maison Millet,
there has been the difficulty of making both ends
meet. But at the inn it has been turned into
comedy rather than tragedy, and if money has not
been forthcoming at once, Siron has been willing
to wait, knowing that it would in the end.—Men
of other professions, if they lived together in com-
munities, as artists often do, could hardly show so
fair a record. For all the talk and definitions of
so-called Bohemianism, an artist is never in debt
longer than he can help.—It would be fortunate
for tradespeople if the same could be said of all
men.
A waiter in a dress-coat, which was certainly not
what we had come to Barbizon to see, showed us
into the “high inn-chamber panelled” with sketches,
where we took great pleasure in noting that the
best were by Americans.—We next ordered groseille,
for which it was our privilege to pay double the
price