>BY JOHN KENDRICK BANGS.
Jimmieboy had been looking at the picture-books in his papa's library nearly all the afternoon, and as night came on he fell to wondering why he couldn't draw pictures himself. It certainly seemed easy enough, to look at the pictures. Most of them were made with the fewest possible lines, and every line was as simple as could be; the only thing seemed to be to put them down, and in the right place.
"Why don't you try?" said somebody.
"Eh?" asked Jimmieboy, with a sudden start, for he had supposed he was alone.
"I say why don't you try?" replied the strange somebody.
"Try what?" queried Jimmieboy, who, not having spoken a word on the subject of drawing pictures, was quite sure that the question did not apply to that matter--in which certainly he was very much mistaken, as the strange somebody's next remark plainly showed.
"Try drawing pictures yourself?" said the voice.
"I can't draw," said Jimmieboy, peering over into the corner whence