such soft brown curls--a face so pure and lovable
that even at first sight it drew out love from the
hearts of those who looked at him.

`His father was also a painter,' said the guardian,
`and Raphael, here, has caught the trick of using his
pencil and brush, so we would have him learn of the
greatest master in the land.'

After some talk, the boy was left in the studio at
Perugia, and day by day Perugino grew to love him
more. It was not only that little Raphael was
clever and skilful, though that alone often made
the master marvel.

`He is my pupil now, but some day he will be
my master, and I shall learn of him,' Perugino
would often say as he watched the boy at work.
But more than all, the pure sweet nature and the
polished gentleness of his manners charmed the
heart of the master, and he loved to have the boy
always near him, and to teach him was his greatest
pleasure.

Those quiet days in the Perugia studio never
lasted very long. From all quarters came calls to
Perugino, and, much as he loved work, he could not
finish all that was wanted.

It happened once when he was in Florence that a