This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...a coat of arms on the other. You do not meet with a box like that in these times, and indeed it had belonged to Uncle Arnold when he was a little boy, and he had had it fitted up with all the same kind of paints and materials that had been in it when it was first given to him. There were six camel's-hair brushes in ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 Excerpt: ...a coat of arms on the other. You do not meet with a box like that in these times, and indeed it had belonged to Uncle Arnold when he was a little boy, and he had had it fitted up with all the same kind of paints and materials that had been in it when it was first given to him. There were six camel's-hair brushes in quills, with black sticks to fit into them, and three red sable brushes as well; a little cut-glass tub for the water; a plump round black stick of Indian ink, decorated with golden Chinese letters, lying in a compartment made for himself; and two shells, one of gold, and the other of silver, lying underneath the tray that held the colours. Then there was a palette, with three compartments to it, so that the colours should not get mixed together when you rubbed them, and each colour had a little place to rest in by itself, with a name under it. All the good old colours were there--scarlet red, vermilion, Prussian blue, carmine, emerald green, crimson lake, two or three chrome yellows, all looking brighter than each other, and a cake of green bice, which was enough to make you bilious to look at it. Uncle Arnold spent the afternoon with Bobby, showing him how to mix up the paints, and paint some old Graphic pictures, and such fine fun they had, that Bobby determined to go out of the carting trade, and become an artist. He told the cabman this the next morning on his way to school; but he only shook his head gloomily and said it was very cold sitting on the pavement, and he did not think it would come to any good. Little Bobby, however, thought there was a lot in it, so he stabled all his horses and carts in a corner of the nursery, and turned his serious attention to the painting business. Perhaps the noblest paint of all was a flesh tint. You do ...
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