3.6 Make-Believe

its both of us together. But you may
as well tell me the other things, mayn’t
your”

“Tf you don’t mind,” said Doris, and she
told him one after another what were the
presents she had been desiring. One by
one he added them to the portrait he had
painted of her, and each, as its likeness
was completed, appeared miraculously in
her hand, or on her chair, or even on the
floor at her side. There was quite a pile
of beautiful things at last. Doris had
begun to be very much delighted, and he
did not need, having finished one addition
to the picture, to ask her what he should
paint next. She told him. But at last
she had nothing to say, although it was
easy to see that there was something lack-
ing.

“Ts that all, then?” asked the painter,
turning with brush in hand. ‘It doesn’t
seem many.”

“No,” said Doris, “there is another.

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