Angela Brazil

A Fourth Form Friendship Angela Brazil

"TWO pencils, an india-rubber, a penknife, camp stool, easel, paint-box, a tube ofChinese white, a piece of sponge, paint rag, and water tin," said Aldred Laurence, checking each item off on her fingers. "Let me see! Can I possibly want anythingelse? It's so extremely aggravating to get to a place and find you've left at homewhat you most particularly need. My block, of course! How could I be so stupid asto 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 luxuriesof a comfortable chair and an absorbing book to notice that his sister had put onher hat, that her gloves lay on a chair, and that she was already beginning to packsome of the articles in question inside a home-made portfolio of dark-greenAmerican cloth. "The table looks like an art repository!" he continued. "Have yousuddenly turned into a Rubens, or a Raphael? Where are you going with all thosetraps?