The Magic Painter 37

“But what?” demanded the painter,
when she paused again.

“Tt’s a dog, I want,” she said. “I’m
sure you can’t do that.”

“You see,” said the painter, and in a
few moments the loveliest long-haired
Skye-terrier in the world began to appear
on the canvas.

Doris was delighted. “ How did you
know that the dog was to be one of that
kind?”

“Was it?” said the painter. ‘I sup-
pose I must have guessed. You know,
[Pm rather good at guessing. It isn’t a
bad dog, is it?”

Doris did not answer. The picture of
the dog was almost finished, and she was
wondering how the real animal would
make its appearance. The stranger painted
on, making it lovelier and lovelier every
moment; and suddenly there was a dog
on Doris’s lap, jumping up to lick her face
and barking as a dog only can bark when
it has found its dear mistress at last after