We'll pay for yours too, if you'll sit for it."
"_Tin-tybe_? Of course, indeed I will. Won't I have nuffin to do but
just sit still? But I'd rather be gentle (generous), and give it to my
mamma."
"Well, to your mamma, then. What will be the harm, Dotty, in leaving
this wheelbarrow out here at the door?"
"I don't know," said Dotty; "I hope there won't any 'bugglers' come
along, and steal it."
"I shall watch it," replied Prudy, with a care-worn look; and they all
went up the steps and entered the little picture-gallery.
The windows were closed, and the odor of chemicals was so stifling,
that the children almost gasped for breath. The artist seemed glad to
see them, made no remarks about the wheelbarrow, though he must have
noticed it, and said he would be ready in a few minutes. While they
waited, they walked about the room, looking at the pictures on the
walls.
"See," said Dotty; "there is Abby Grant, with her hair frizzed. Prudy"
(in a low whisper), "you don't s'pose he will carry us off--do you? I
forgot about the wheels, or I wouldn't have come! O, see that little
boy; hands as big as my father's! Here comes Jennie Vance; I'm going
to call her in.
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