Angela Brazil

A Fourth Form Friendship Angela Brazil

"TWO pencils, an india-rubber, a penknife, camp stool, easel, paint-box, a tube of Chinese white, apiece of sponge, paint rag, and water tin," said Aldred Laurence, checking each item off on herfingers. "Let me see! Can I possibly want anything else? It's so extremely aggravating to get to aplace and find you've left at home what you most particularly need. My block, of course! How couldI be so stupid as to forget it? It's no good taking pencils and paints if I've nothing to draw upon!""Hello, Aldred! What a spread!" exclaimed Keith, rousing himself from the luxuries of acomfortable chair and an absorbing book to notice that his sister had put on her hat, that her gloveslay on a chair, and that she was already beginning to pack some of the articles in question inside ahome-made portfolio of dark-green American cloth. "The table looks like an art repository!" hecontinued. "Have you suddenly turned into a Rubens, or a Raphael? Where are you going with allthose traps?"Aldred paused to count her paint brushes, fitted the spare tube of Chinese white into a vacantcorner of her paint-box, and slipped the penknife into her pocket.