It's dried in, toobut" He laid his palette slowly down and wiped his brushes carefully on a piece of cheese-cloth, put a canvas in a frame upon the easel and shoved it forward into a better light.

He had been so sure of herso sureand now He wiped his brushes on a square of cheesecloth, cleaned his palette and lay in his chair frowning at the portrait, which smiled back at him with ironical amusement.

The petroleum-launch was washed from the davits; down at one time to 40° below zero sank the thermometer; while a high aurora was whiffed into a dishevelled chaos of hues, resembling the smeared palette of some turbulent painter of the skies, or mixed battle of long-robed seraphim, and looking the very symbol of tribulation, tempest, wreck, and distraction.

Here, take these leaves, and reach me the palette.

He began to doubt whether he should ever be a painter, and one day he threw down his palette.

Just because I'm a little out of practice" "Two years, isn't it, since you've touched a palette?" "Give me a chance at such a model as she is!

While preparing my palette a monk, decently habited for a monk, who seemed to have come to the Vatican for the purpose of viewing the pictures, after a little time approached me and, with a very polite bow, offered me a pinch of snuff, which, of course, I took, bowing in return, when he instantly asked me alms.

And not only that, but takes the palette and brushes and shows me

I set my palette to-day at ten o'clock and waited until four o'clock this afternoon before he came in.

Then he opened the sketch-box, and oiled the palette, and tried the elasticity of the brushes on his hand.

Then he added, suddenly putting down his palette and brushes, while his black eyes

I assure youthat's the fairy-tale way.' Fenwick, who had flushed hotly, turned away and occupied himself in replenishing his palette.

Give them money, and Sanders will rebuild and refurnish the Alexandrian Library,Smooch will bid every young painter in America reset his palette and try again,and Brevier Lead will be fool enough to start a newspaper upon his own account, and, while his purse holds out to bleed, will make it a good one.

He was scraping an old palette as we entered, and advanced with it in one hand, while he saluted me with the air of a gentleman and the simplicity of an honest man.

Up to that time portrait painting had seemed as inaccessible as the moona sublimity I no more thought of reaching than a star; but when I saw a portrait on the easel, a palette of paints and some brushes, I was at home in a new world, at the head of a long vista of faces which I must paint; but the new aspiration was another secret to keep.

Then Luca seized his palette: hour by hour Silence was in the room; none durst approach: Morn wore to noon, and noon to eve, when shyly A little maid peeped in and saw the painter Painting his dead son with unerring hand-stroke, Firm and dry-eyed before the lordly canvas.

I had thought The stations of my course should rise unsought, As altar-stone, or ensigned citadel.' CHAPTER III 'Why does that fellow upstairs always pass you as though he were in a passion with somebody?' said Richard Watson, stepping back as he spoke, palette on thumb, from the picture upon which he was engaged.

Wishing to give me a lesson in values one day as he was painting, he turned his palette over and painted a complete little scheme of a picture on the back of it, suggested by the subject before us as we looked out of the studio window.

He arranged his palette, paints, and brushes ready to his hand, indeedbut he, then, did nothing with them.

It has been said of certain painters that they had only to upset their palette on the canvas to compose their pictures!

Slip in your hand, and you will bring out a magic palette.

Ruth picked up the dishes; it was something really delicate to see her scrape them clean, with a pliant knife, as a painter might cleanse his palette,we had, in fact, a palette-knife that we kept for this use when we washed our own dishes,and then set them in piles and groups before mother, on the pembroke-table.

An energetic young lady who seemed to know all about the graphic arts endeavoured to sell to him a magnificent and complicated box of paints, which opened out into an easel and a stool, and contained a palette of a shape preferred by the late Edwin Long, R.A., a selection of colours which had been approved by the late Lord Leighton, P.R.A., and a patent drying-oil which (she said) had been used by Whistler.

And now He dropped his palette and brushes and ran forward, suddenly alive to the serious nature of the interruption.

There on the doorstep was the little key, and in the pine tree he found the magic palette.