The Magic Painter 33

said. ‘I should like to carry it when I go
to my music lessons.”

“Ah,” said the painter, “we will see
what we can do. I don’t think the picture
is quite finished, after all. Suppose you sit
for a few minutes longer? Do you mind?”

He found his favourite brush and began
to paint into the picture such a music-case
as Doris had described. She watched it
growing on the canvas, and as it grew
more and more like the object of her desire
she began to envy her pictured self. Pre-
sently the artist finished and had turned to
speak.

“Ts that the sort of thing you

But he had no time to complete the sen-
tence. Doris uttered a little cry of joyful
surprise.

“Look!” she cried.

By some strange piece of magic she
was holding the red morocco case the
artist had imaged in his picture of her. It
was the very thing she had been wishing
for.

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