Tom
swept his brush daintily
back and forth-stepped back to note the
effect-added a touch here and there-criticised the effect again-Ben
watching every move and getting
more and more interested, more and more
absorbed. Presently he said:
"Say, Tom, let ME whitewash a little."
Tom considered, was about to consent; but he altered his mind:
"No-no-I reckon it wouldn't hardly do, Ben.