"Dicky," she said, "draw Henry the Eight."

Dick's face brightened. He cleared the sand and drew the
following figure:

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"THAT'S not Henry the Eight," he explained, "but he will be in a
minute. Daddy showed me how to draw him; he's nothing till he
gets his hat on."

"Put his hat on, put his hat on!" implored Emmeline, gazing
alternately from the figure on the sand to Mr Button's face,
watching for the delighted smile with which she was sure the old
man would greet the great king when he appeared in all his glory.

Then Dick with a single stroke of the cane put Henry's hat on.

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Now no portrait could be liker to his monk-hunting majesty than
the above, created with one stroke of a cane (so to speak), yet Mr
Button remained unmoved.

"I did it for Mrs Sims," said Dick regretfully, "and she said it was