William John Hopkins

William John Hopkins

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Portrait of William John Hopkins William John Hopkins The Doers

So the foreman put his hands under David's arms, and he lifted David right up, over the staging, and set him down with his feet hanging over. And the painter dipped his brush into the paint, and patted it gently against the side of the paint-pot, plop, plop, plop, and he handed the brush to David.
"Oh," David said, "it's heavy!"
"So it is," the painter said. "The paint is mostly lead, that's why. Now, you move the brush away from you as if you were sweeping the floor or dusting the board. Then, when it has gone as far as you can reach, you bring it back on the other side."
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Portrait of William John Hopkins William John Hopkins The Doers

Pretty soon one of the men looked down and saw the little boy.
"Hello!" he said.
"Hello," said the little boy. "What are you going to do?"
"Why," said the man, "we're going to dig dirt."
"Are you going to dig a hole?" the little boy asked.
"Yes," said the man; "a great big hole."
"And what is the hole for?" the little boy asked. "Is it to plant something in?"
"No," said the man, "it's going to be the cellar of a house."
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Portrait of William John Hopkins William John Hopkins The Doers

David asked. "Did I ever see one?"
"I guess not," the foreman answered. "Anyway, I never did. It's a little animal all covered with sharp things. It's just as if your kitty's fur was about three or four times as long as it is, and every hair was stiff and sharp. There's a great rattling as they walk, I'm told. The Indians used to sew the quills—the sharp things—on their soft leather slippers, because they looked pretty."
"Tell me some more about them," said David.
"I don't know any more. See, Davie, the men are putting up another stick."
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