"Try this horse, Paul."

"All right!" said Paul. "But you must go away; I don't want you to see
it till it is done."

Jimmy left the table, and Paul commenced his attempt. Now, though Paul
is the hero of my story, I am bound to confess that he had not the
slightest talent for drawing, though Jimmy did not know it. It was only
to afford his little brother amusement that he now undertook the task.

Paul worked away for about five minutes.

"It's done," he said.

"So quick?" exclaimed Jimmy, in surprise. "How fast you work!"

He drew near and inspected Paul's drawing. He had no sooner inspected
it than he burst into a fit of laughter. Paul's drawing was a very rough
one, and such a horse as he had drawn will never probably be seen until
the race has greatly degenerated.

"What's the matter, Jimmy?" asked Paul. "Don't you like it?"

"It's awful, Paul," said the little boy, almost choking with mirth.

"I see how it is," said Paul, with feigned resentment. "You're jealous of
me because you can't draw as well."

"Oh, Paul, you'll kill me!" and Jimmy again burst into a fit of