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people. Their ignorance is better than all our knowledge. Let us be
silentcontent in our little cornermeek and gentle like them. That is the
wisdom of life.
To me it was his broken spirit that expressed itselfand I rebelled
against his renunciation. But I kept my own counsel.
What made you think of being a painter?
I asked.
He shrugged his shoulders.
It happened that I had a knack for drawing. I got prizes for it at
school. My poor mother was very proud of my giftand she gave me a
box of water-colours as a present. She showed my sketches to the pastor
and the doctor and the judge. And they sent me to Amsterdam to try for a
scholarshipand I won it. Poor soulshe was so proud; and though it
nearly broke her heart to part from meshe smiledand would not show
me her grief. She was pleased that her son should be an artist. They
pinched and saved so that I should have enough to live onand when my
first picture was exhibited they came to Amsterdam to see itmy father
and mother and my sisterand my mother cried when she looked at it.
His kind eyes glistened. "And now on every wall of the old house there is
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one of my pictures in a beautiful gold frame."
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