Mother Carey's Chickens
As for the calf, he, at least, was distinctly in Olive's line, and he was painted with a touch of genius.
"It is better of the calf than it is of you, Nancy," said Gilbert critically.
"Is n't Mr. Bossy lovely?" his sister responded amiably. "Would n't he put any professional beauty out of countenance? I am proud to be painted beside him! Do you like it, Muddy dear?"
"Like it?" she exclaimed, "it is wonderful! It must be sent to Boston for criticism, and we must invent some way of persuading Mr. Lord to give Olive the best instruction to be had. This picture is even better than anything she has done in the painted chamber. I should n't wonder a bit, Nancy, if little Beulah were to be very proud of Olive in the years to come!"
Nancy was transported at her mother's praise. "I felt it, I knew it! I always said Olive was a genius," she cried, clapping her hands. "Olive is 'following the gleam'! Can't you feel the wind blowing my hair and dress? Don't you see that the calf is chewing his cud and is going to move in just a minute? Olive's animals are always just going to move!—Oh, Muddy dear! when you see Olive nowadays, smiling and busy and happy, are n't you glad you stretched your wings and
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